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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 bride and brides maidens 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 doon to dine. |
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I sat doon 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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Now she's gone and she's wed another. |
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And the men in the forest they asked of me,"How many strawberries grow in the salt sea?" |
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And I answered them with a tear in my eye,"How many ships sail in the forest?" |
