The False Bride

The False Bride - A.L. Lloyd

Oh when that I saw my love in the church stand

With the ring on her finger and the glove in her hand

I jumped in betwixt them and kissed the false bride

Saying adieu to false loves for ever

Oh when that I saw my love out the church go

With the brides-men and bridesmaids they made a fine show

Then I followed after with me heart full of woe

For I was the man that ought to had her

Oh when that I saw my love sat down to meat

I sat myself by her but nothing could eat

I thought her sweet company better than wine

Although she was tied to some other

Go dig me a grave both long wide and deep

And strew it all over with flowers so sweet

That I may lay down there and take me long sleep

And that's the best way to forget her