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I once loved a lass and |
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I loved her so well |
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And I hated all others who spoke of her ill. |
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And now she's rewarded me well for my love, |
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For she's gone and she's wed another. |
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And I saw my love up to the church go |
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With bridesmen and bridesmaidens she made a fine show. |
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And I followed on with my heart full of woe |
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For she's gone and she's wed another. |
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I saw my love as she sat down to dine. |
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I sat down beside her and poured the wine. |
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And I thought of the lassie that should have been mine, |
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I thought her sweet company better than meat |
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Now she's gone and she's wed another. |
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All the men in yon forest they asked of me, |
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How many strawberries grow in a salt sea? |
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And I answer them with a tear in my e'e, |
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How many ships sail in the forest? |
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Oh dig me a grave and dig it sae deep, |
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And cover it over with wee flowers sae sweet. |
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And I lay me down for to take a long sleep |
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And maybe in time |
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I'll forget her. |
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So they dug him a grave and they dug it sae deep |
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And they covered it over with wee flowers sae sweet |
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And he lay him down for to take a long sleep |
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And maybe in time he'll forget her. |
