when first you came to me my father had promised me away i swore to love you still until my dying day foreswore and i led you on and hoped that mild man could never know that i loved you long and then sent you away you heeded not my words and from my bedside would you take your leave and you said to me i would not him to see for if i had loved you i have not nothing in this lonely world and i would not live to see another day i pleaded long to you my dear they ll hang you from the highest tree and you would not move you listened not to me soon in my father came along with he that i was promised to and when they saw you i tried to take the blame my father held me fast while my betrothed with his better strength took you to the floor and down he staggered too scarce he could make a sound before that dagger cut your throat and too and he murdered you before he really knew i cried and tore my hands and hair i was as one in great despair when they took their leave again i clung to you lay your body now the blessed body that i did adore and i weep to know i ll see it never more