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