Soft o'er the fountain,
Ling'ring falls the Southern moon.
Far o'er the mountain
Breaks the day too soon!
In thy dark eyes' splendor
Where the warm light loves to dwell,
Weary looks yet tender
Speak their fond farewell!
Nita! Juanita!
Ask thy soul if
we should part.
Nita! Juanita! Lean
thou on my heart.