False Bride

I loved a lad, I loved him so well

I hated all others, who spoke of him ill

Now he's rewarded me well for my love

For he's going to be wed to another

I saw my love going to the curb door

With his fair maiden, he made a fine show

I followed them with a head full of woe

For to see my love wed to another

The bride and the bridegroom sat down to dine

I sat down beside them, poured out the wine

For to drink to a lover that should have been mine

But he's going to be wed to another

The men of the old city, they asked of me

"How many strawberries grow in the salt sea?"

I answered them with a tear in my eye

"How many dark ships sail the forest?"

Dig me a grave, dig it so deep

Cover it up with flowers so sweet

I lay me down here and take a long sleep

And maybe in time I'll forget him