My Love passed by, and he didn't come in;

He passes by me, both day and night,

And carries off my poor heart's delight.

There is a tavern in yonder town,

My Love goes there and he spends a crown;

He takes a strange girl upon his knee,

And never more gives a thought to me.

Says he, 'We'll wed without loss of time,

And sure our love's but a little crime;'—

My apron-string now it's wearing short,

And my Love he seeks other girls to court.

O with him I'd go if I had my will,

I'd follow him barefoot o'er rock and hill;

I'd never once speak of all my grief

If he'd give me a smile for my heart's relief.

In our wee garden the rose unfolds,

With bachelor's-buttons and marigolds;

I'll tie no posies for dance or fair,

A willow-twig is for me to wear.

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