Oh, where, and oh, where does your own true lover dwell?
He lived in Tothill-fields, at the sign of the Blue Bell;
And its oh, in my heart I loved him very well.
What cloth, and what cloth does your own true lover wear?
He’s clothed in wool and yarn, and they’ve shaved off all his hair.
And its oh, in my heart, I love him to dispair.
But what should I do if my own true love should die?
I’d fret myself to death, oh, I would lay me down and cry.
And its oh, in my heart I hope he will not die.
The Universal Songster. Volume III.