I ONCE LOVED A LASS
I once loved a lass, and I loved her so well,|
That I hated all others that spoke of her ill.
But now, she's rewarded me well for my love,
She is gone to be wed to another.
The men of yon forest ask it of me,|
"How many strawberries grow in the salt sea?"
And I ask of them back with a tear in my eye,
"How many ships sail in the forest?"
When I saw my love go through the church door,|
With bride and bridesmaidens they made a fine show.
And I follow the men with my heart full of woeŚ
For now she is wed to another.
So dig me a grave and dig it so deep,|
And cover it over with flowers so sweet,
And I'll turn in for to take a long sleep.
And maybe in time, I'll forget her.
When I saw my love a-sit down to dine,|
I sat down beside her and poured out the wine.
And I drank to the lass that should have been mine;
But now she is wed to another.
So they dug him a grave, and they dug it so deep,|
And they covered it over with flowers so sweet,
And he's turned in for to take a long sleep.
And maybe by now, he's forgotten.