Come in, come in, you old true love
Can't you chat for a while with me?
For it's been three quarters
Of a long year or more
Since I spoke one word to thee
Now I shan't come in nor won't sit down
For I don't have a moment's time
And since you are now engaged
With another true love
Then your heart is no longer mine
But when you were mine, my own true love
And your head lay upon my breast
You could make me believe
All by the falling of your arm
That the sun rose up in the west
Now there's many the star shall jingle in the west
And there's many the leaf far below
And there's many the damn
That shall light upon a man
For treating a poor girl so
Now I wish to the Lord I'd never been born
Or had died when I was young
Then I never would have mourned
For my own true love
Nor have courted no other one