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I once loved a lass and I loved her so well, |
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I hated all others who spoke of her ill, |
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But now she's rewarded me well for my love, |
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For she's gone to be wed to another. |
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I watched as my love did to the church go, |
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With bride and bride-maidens she made a fine show, |
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And I followed her on with a heart full of woe, |
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To see my love be wed to another |
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To see my love be wed to another |
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I watched as my love did sit down to dine, |
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I sat down beside her and poured out the wine, |
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And I drank to the wee lass that should have been mine, |
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For now she is wed to another. |
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Oh stop says the groomsman if you take my word |
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Would you venture your life on the point of a sword |
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For courting too slowly you have lost this fair maiden |
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Begone you will never enjoy her |
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Begone you will never enjoy her |
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The lads of yon forest, they ask it of me, |
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How many strawberries grow round the salt sea, |
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But I answer them back with a tear in my eye, |
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How many ships sail in the forest? |
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Go dig me a grave all large wide and deep, |
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And cover it over with wild flowers sweet, |
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And lay me down gently for to take a long sleep, |
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For that's the best way to forget her. |
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So we dug him a grave all large wide and deep, |
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And covered it over with wild flowers sweet, |
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And we laid him down gently for to take his long sleep, |
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And maybe by now he's forgotten. |
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And maybe by now he's forgotten. |
