We are linked together for good and all, For the still pool and the waterfall, But you are married to Wingate Hall. And Wingate Hall must tumble down, Tumble down, tumble down, Wingate Hall must tumble down, An idol broken apart, Before I sew on a wedding gown And stitch my name in your heart. And Wingate Hall must lie in the grass, And the silk stain and the rabbits pass And the sparrows wash in the gilded glass, Before the fire of our anger smothers, And our sorrows can laugh at their lucky brothers, Before the knives of our enmity Are buried under the same green tree And nothing is vowed and all is vowed And we have forgotten how to be proud, And we sleep like cherubs in the same cloud.)