No, brother, I’ll never grow better ’Tis useless to tell me so now My broken heart only is a-waiting For a resting place under the snow I was thinking last night, dear brother How happy our home was with joy When a serpent crept into our Eden In the form of fair Christine Leroy 
I was thinking last night of our wedding One year ago only tonight When we stood ’neath the gaslights so happy In jewels and garments of white When she came with the face of an angel To wish us a lifetime of joy My heart sank within at the malice In the face of fair Christine Leroy 
Diamonds gleamed high in her tresses Falling back from her ivory brow And glistened like stars in the heavens On her fingers as white as the snow When she gave her white hand to my husband I knew he thought me a toy By the side of that radiant beauty That beautiful Christine Leroy 
Time passed away and my husband Grew thoughtless and careworn each day I knew ’twas the wiles of the demon Who so artfully lured him away When at last one bright evening I found them ’Twas a sight all my life to destroy Hand in hand, with her head on his shoulder Sat my husband and Christine Leroy 
Now brother, be kind to your darling For my heart has grown sick now in pain For the thoughts of the wiles of the demon In the beautiful form of a saint When I sleep ’neath the snowdrifts of winter Where no sorrow or pain can destroy Just tell them they murdered me, brother God forgive him and Christine Leroy 
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