Empty Boxes

A beggar me, a count of empty boxes That is all I own in this world Oh Diana, sweet Diana To flirt and fling a young girl dressed in ribbons Taking fancies to those like you Oh Diana, sweet Diana Yet you wait with mourning in your hair and now I need good reason, but I've none to spare You are just a leaf that I have turned and I am like a match that slowly burns A beggar me, a count of empty boxes That is all I own in this world Oh Diana, sweet Diana