My love is like a dewdrop setting out upon a thornPuts love on on Sunday night, takes it off on Monday mornHe carries love in his pocket, but little in his heartHe's a lad who loves a good many, and gives every girl her partThe first time I saw my love was in a shady groveHe met me with a smile, and he gave to me a roseHe thought I would accept of it, but I did pass him byBefore I would accept of it, I'd lay me down and dieThere's many cold winters evening, we sat down to have a chatBut little did I like him, any better for all thatHis tongue it ran too nimble, and his watch it ran too slowThere's many the night I gave him his hat and told him for to goMy love is on the ocean, well let him sink or swimFor in his heart he thinks I'm not so good as himHe thinks that he can serve me as he's done two or threeBut I give him a mitten since he went back on meSo fare you well cold winter, and fare you well cold frostNothing have I gained, but my own true love I lostI'll sing and I'll be merry when the occasion I do seeI'll rest when I am weary, let him go farewell heTake half a pound of reason, and quarter pound of senseA small sprig of thyme, and so much impudenceStir them all together, and then you'll plainly seeHe's a false deceiving lover, let him go farewell he