I hated all oth ers against her desire.
For one she's gone to get tied to an other
All the week before Easter
The moon bright and clear
I went down to the forest
But the forest would yield me no roses
Oh, the first time I saw my love
It was to the church gondole bright
And I followed after her with my heart full
For to see her get tied to another,
Or the person that married them,
Allow me to cry all you that forbid it,
But I had not the heart to forbid it
The next time I saw my love
It was in the church stand
And a gold ring on her finger,
and white gloves on her hand
oh I should have been that man
But I never once mentioned to her
The last time I saw my love,
she was all dressed in white
All the tears filled my eyes,
Is it due to a false hearted true love
how many white lilies grow in the Sunsea
How many ships sail in yon forest?
Go dig my grave, dig it long,
So the time I die down there,
I ain't take a long sleep
And maybe that way I'll forget her