Here it is - i't goes between the two verses in the DT version:

The beautiful woman surveyed the scene,
Her flatterers by the score.
Her gems were the purest, her gowns divine:
So what could a woman want more?
But memory brings back the face of a lad,
Whose love she'd long spurned aside.
For happiness cannot be bought with gold,
Although she's a rich man's bride.

WassaiL! V