A beggarly, account of empty boxes, that
is all I own in this world oh, Di-ana,
sweet Di-ana.
#2.
To flirt and fling, a young girl dressed in
ribbons.
Taking fancies to those like you, oh, Di-ana,
sweet Di-ana.
Yet, you wait with morning in your hair, and
now I need good reas-on, but I've none to spare.
You are just a leaf that I have turned, and I am
like a match that slowly burns.
#3.
A beggarly, account of empty boxes, that
is all I own in this world oh, Di-ana,
sweet Di-ana.