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