Green Grows The Laurel

I used to have a sweetheart, but now I have none;
He’s gone and left me, I live all alone,
I live all alone and contented I’ll be,
For he says he loves another one better than me.

Refrain
Green grows the laurel all wet with the dew,
Sad was the day I parted with you,
But from experience I would have you to know
Young men are deceitful wherever they go.

I pass my love’s window both morning and night;
I pass my love’s window both early and late,
To see my love sit there it made my heart ache,
The lad of the laurel, the lad of the lake.

I wrote her a letter in rosy red lines,
She wrote me a letter all twisted and twine,
Saying, “Keep your love letters and I’ll keep mine,
Go write to your sweetheart and I’ll write to mine.”