Must I be bound while you go free?
Must I love one who never loved me?
Must I enact such a childish part
And follow one who will break my heart?
The first thing that my love gave me
It was a cap well lined with lead
The longer that I wore that cap
It grew the heavier on my head
You gave me a mantle for to wear
Lined with grief and stitched with care
And the drink you gave me was bitter gall
And the blows you gave to me were worse than all
And the last thing that my love gave me gave me
It was a belt with colours three
And the first was pain and the next was sorrow
And the last it was sad misery
But I will climb up that high, high tree
And I will rob that wild bird's nest
And I will fall without a fear
And find me one that loves me the best
