Must I be bound? - June Tabor

Must I be bound while you go free?

Must I love one who never loved me?

Must I enact such a childish part

And follow one who will break my heart?

The first thing that my love gave me

It was a cap well lined with lead

The longer that I wore that cap

It grew the heavier on my head

You gave me a mantle for to wear

Lined with grief and stitched with care

And the drink you gave me was bitter gall

And the blows you gave to me were worse than all

And the last thing that my love gave me gave me

It was a belt with colours three

And the first was pain and the next was sorrow

And the last it was sad misery

But I will climb up that high, high tree

And I will rob that wild bird’s nest

And I will fall without a fear

And find me one that loves me the best