He holds the heart of you there at his feet
By the call of heart when the minstrel sings.
Years unsped and the world was young
And the haws were green in an English glen;
We kissed by night and the songs we sung
My love and I ne’er sang again.
I kissed my love on her red red lips,
And my love she wept as her heart would break;
And I left my love for the Love-o’-Ships
And my love believed for our True-Love’s sake.