In Oxford city there lived a lady,
And she was beautiful and fair.
And she was courted by a sailor,
And he did love her as his dear.

He said:' My dear, let us be married,
Let us now no longer stay.
I'll work for you both late and early
If you my wedded bride will be.

He saw her dancing with another.
A jealous thought came to his mind;
And to destroy his own true lover,
He gave to her a glass of wine.

So soon she drank it, so soon she felt it.
'Oh, hold me fast, my dear,' said she.
Is it that glass of wine you did give me,
That takes my sweet young life away?

Oh listen my love now I'll tell you
That glass of wine did poison hide,
For if you won't be my own lover,
You'll never be another's bride.

Oh, that glass of wine which I gave you,
Oh, I did drink it since I give,
And in each other's arms we'll die together,
To warn young men of jealousy.

Oh hark, oh hark, the cocks are crowing.
And soon the daylight will appear,
And into my cold grave I am going,
And you my love will join me there.