I heard my love published in church,
I rose from my seat and went out in the porch.
I thought she was constant, as constant could be,
But now she is going to get married.

When I saw my love to the church go,
Bridesmen and bridemaidens they made a fine show.
Then I followed after with my heart full of woe,
For to see how my false love discarded.

When I saw my love in the church stand
With the glove putting off and the ring putting on,
Then I thought to myself that you ought to be mine,
But now she is tied to some other.

When I saw my love sat down to eat,
I sat by her side but nothing could eat.
I thought her sweet company better than mine,
Though now she is gone to some other.

When I saw my love in the bride-bed
With the curtains and valance around her sweet head,
I slipped in between them and kissed her dear lips
And felt I could be with her for ever.

You dig me a grave that is long, wide and deep
And cover it all over with flowers so sweet,
That I may lie down and take my long sleep
And adieu to my false love for ever.