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| (The False Bride) Play/Download Music File John Renfro Davis Ron Clarke |
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| The tune is known throughout both England and Scotland. It dates back to the 17th Century.
There are other versions at Digital Tradition. |
The week before Easter, the day being fair The sun shining brightly, cold frost in the air I went into the forest some flowers to find there And there I did pick my love a posy. O I loved a lass and I loved her so well I hated all others who spoke of her ill But now she's rewarded me well for my love For she's gone and she's married another. When I saw my love to the church go With bridesmen and bridesmaids she made a fine show And I followed on with my heart full of woe To see my love wed to another. The parson who married them aloud he did cry All that forbid it I'd have you draw nigh Thought I to myself I'd have a good reason why Though I had not the heart to forbid it. And when I saw my love sit down to meat I sat down beside her but nothing could eat I thought her sweet company better than meat Although she was tied to another. And when the bridesmaidens had dressed her for bed I stepped in amongst them and kissed the bride And wished that I could have been laid by her side And by that means I'd got me the favour. The men in yon forest they are asking me How many wild strawberries grow in the salt-sea And I answer them back with a tear in my eye How many ships sail in the forest. Go dig me a grave that is long, wide and deep And cover it over with flowers so sweet That I may lay down there and take a long sleep And that's the best way to forget her. So they've dug him a grave and they've dug it so deep And they've covered it over with flowers so sweet And he has lain down there to take a long sleep And maybe by now he's forgotten. |
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