Fated - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
FATED. Copyright, 1875, by Wm. A. Pond & Co. Words by Jean Ingelow. Music by Horatio C. King. 
Midsummer night, not dark, not light, dusk all the scented air, I'll e'en go forth to one I love, and learn how he doth fare; The ring, the ring, my dear, for me-the ring was a world too fine; I wish it had sunk in a forty-fathom sea, or ever thou mad'st it mine; I wish it had sunk in a forty-fathom sea, or ever thou mad'st it mine. 
Soft falls the dew, stars tremble through, where lone he sits apart; Would I might steal his grief away to hide in mine own heart; Would 'twere shut in you blossom fair, the sorrow that bows thy head, Then I would pluck it, to thee unaware, and break my heart in thy stead. 
That charmed flower, far from thy bower, I'll bear the long hours through; Thou should'st forget, and my sad breast the sorrows twain should rue; Oh sad, sad flower, sad ring to me. the ring was a world too fine; And would it had sunk in a forty-fathom sea ere the morn that made it mine, And would it had sunk in a forty-fathom sea ere the morn that made it mine.