Wither away into maggots, wither away into desolation. Break your body, break your soul.
Blow out the flame sweet Margaret, let it all be for naught. Live in squalor; happiness but a floating thought. Grip your neck tight, your fingers held firmly — the rope creaks.
Let the end inside, sweet Margaret, let it end my sweet Margaret……all for naught.
But be joyful. For my love, this desolation will come to a sad respiteful end. Your suffering, your tears that hugged your face every night and morning — it would come to an end dear Margaret. Your eyes can finally rest my love. Your soul can finally stop the agony my love; you will be free.