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! Refrain: Nita! Juanita! Ask thy soul if we should part? Nita! Juanita! Lean thou on my heart.