Full Lyrics
(Sing, o sing, my own truelove,
Sing, my dearest dear.)
Through bushes and through briers I lately took my way,
All for to hear the small birds sing and the lambs to skip and play;
I overheard my own true love, her voice it was so clear:
Long time I have been waiting for the coming of my dear.
Sometimes I am uneasy and troubled in my mind,
Sometimes I think I'll go to my love and tell to him my mind.
And if I should go to my love, my love he will say nay,
If I show to him my boldness, he'll ne'er love me again.
And I cannot think the reason young women love young men
For they are so falsehearted, young women to trepan; [to betray]
Yet I’m of the opinion my heart is not my own.
So the green, green grave will see me, for I cannot love that man.
