Since my true love's forsaken me.
Should I be bound, that may go free?
Should I love them that love not me?
I 'll rather travel into Spain,
Where I 'll get love for love again.
And I 'll cast off my robes of black,
And will put on the robes of blue;
And I will come to some other land
To see if my love will on me rue.
It is not the cold that makes me cry,