False Hearted Lover

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I once loved a maid
And I loved her so well
that I hated all others who spoke of her ill
But now she's rewarded me well for my pains
For she's gone to be wed to another

When I saw my love to the church go
with her bride-maidens she had a fine show
And I followed on with my heart full of woe
To see my love wed to another

Then I saw my love
sit down to dine
Isat down beside her
and poured out her wine
And I drank to the girl
that should have been mine
But she was now wed to another

The boys of the forest they ask it of me
how many strawberries grow round the salt sea
And I ask it them back with a tear in my eye
How many ships sail the forest

Go dig me a grave
I let you dig it so deep
And cover it over with flowers so sweet
And close my poor eyelids forever in sleep
And maybe in death I'll forget her