A beggarly, account of empty boxes That is all I own in this world Oh Diana, sweet Diana To flirt and fling a young girl dressed in ribbons Taking fancies to those like you Oh Diana, sweet Diana Yet you wait with morning in your hair And now I need good reason But I've none to spare You are just a leaf that I have turned And I am like a match that slowly burns A beggarly, account of empty boxes That is all I own in this world Oh Diana, sweet Diana