False Bride - Olivia Chaney

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 lover 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 beside down 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?»

And 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 over with flowers so sweet.

I lay me down for to take a long sleep

And maybe in time I’ll forget him.