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 o' woe

For to see my love wed for 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 yon city, they ask it 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'll lay me down there and take a long sleep

And maybe in time I'll forget him