My love is like a dewdrop setting out upon a thorn
Puts love on on Sunday night, takes it off on Monday morn
He carries love in his pocket, but little in his heart
He's a lad who loves a good many, and gives every girl her part
The first time I saw my love was in a shady grove
He met me with a smile, and he gave to me a rose
He thought I would accept of it, but I did pass him by
Before I would accept of it, I'd lay me down and die
There's many cold winters evening, we sat down to have a chat
But little did I like him, any better for all that
His tongue it ran too nimble, and his watch it ran too slow
There's many the night I gave him his hat and told him for to go
My love is on the ocean, well let him sink or swim
For in his heart he thinks I'm not so good as him
He thinks that he can serve me as he's done two or three
But I give him a mitten since he went back on me
So fare you well cold winter, and fare you well cold frost
Nothing have I gained, but my own true love I lost
I'll sing and I'll be merry when the occasion I do see
I'll rest when I am weary, let him go farewell he
Take half a pound of reason, and quarter pound of sense
A small sprig of thyme, and so much impudence
Stir them all together, and then you'll plainly see
He's a false deceiving lover, let him go farewell he