Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother, she's sleeping here, right by my side, and
in her right hand, a silver dagger, she says that I can't be your bride.
All men are false, says my mother, they'll tell you wicked loving lies, and the very next evening, they'll court another, leave you alone to pine and sigh.
My daddy is a handsome devil, he's got a chain, five miles long, and on every link, a heart does dangle, of another maid, he's loved and wrong.
Go court another tender maiden, and hope that she will be your wife, for I've been warned, and I've decided to sleep alone.
All of my life.
