No 97 the False Bride
H.F.S.
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1
I courted a maiden both buxom and gay,
Unheeding what people against her did say,
I thought her as constant and true as the day.
But now she is going to be married.
2
O when to the church I my fair love saw go,
I followed her up with a heart full of woe,
And eyes that with tears of grief did o’erflow,
To see how my suit had miscarried.
3
O when in the chancel I saw my love stan’,
With ring on her finger, and true love in han’,
I thought that for certain ’twas not the right man,
Although ’twas the man she was taking.
4
O when I my fair love saw sit in her seat
I sat myself by her, but nothing could eat;
Her company, thought I, was better than meat,
Although my heart sorely was aching.
5
O woe be the day that I courted the maid,
That ever I trusted a word that she said,
That with her I wander’d along the green glade,
Accurs’d be the day that I met her.
6
O make me a grave that is long, wide and deep,
And cover me over with flowers so sweet,
That there I may lie, and may take my last sleep;
For that is the way to forget her.