Classic Poem

In Oxford city there's a wealthy fair maid,
The truth to you, love, I'm going to tell.
She was strongly courting a handsome young man,
Who always told to her he loved her well.

He loved her dearly all at a distance,
While walking down by the shady strand;
And he often told her he'd never leave her,
While walking down by the shady strand.

It's to a dance house they were invited,
And to a dance house they both did go,
Till this other young man came between them
And cruel jealousy, love, run in his mind.

While she was dancing with this other young man,
Cruel jealousy, love, did run in his mind;
For to take the life of his own true lover,
This wicked young man had well inclined.

He went outside to prepare the poison
And mixed it with a glass of wine,
And he gave it all to his own true lover;
She drank it up with a willing smile.

It's not long after she had this taken,
" Oh take me home, O my love," cries she.
" For the glass of wine you have lately gave me,
It makes me feel quite ill indeed."

As they walked home, as they walked together,
As they went home by the shady strand,
For he says, " My darling, I gave you poison,
To take your pretty young life away.