Part 2 — No 97 THE FALSE BRIDE

1 I courted a maiden both buxom and gay, Unheeding what people against her did say, I thought her as constant and true as the day. But now she is going to be married. 2 O when to the church I my fair love saw go, I followed her up with a heart full of woe, And eyes that with tears of grief did o'erflow, To see how my suit had miscarried. 3 O when in the chancel I saw my love stan', With ring on her finger, and true love in han', I thought that for certain 'twas not the right man, Although 'twas the man she was taking. 4 O when I my fair love saw sit in her seat I sat myself by her, but nothing could eat; Her company, thought I, was better than meat, Although my heart sorely was aching. 5 O woe be the day that I courted the maid, That ever I trusted a word that she said, That with her I wander'd along the green glade, Accurs'd be the day that I met her. 6 O make me a grave that is long, wide and deep, And cover me over with flowers so sweet, That there I may lie, and may take my last sleep; For that is the way to forget her.