Taken from My Fathers Singing

The winter it is past
& the summers come at last
& the birds sing on every tree
The hearts of these are glad
But my poor heart is sad
Since my true love is abscent from me

My father he is great
With a plentiful estate
& has robed me of him I adore
How could he so cruel be
To force my love from me
I fear I shall see him no more

My love is like the sun
In the summer new begun
That always was smiling & true
& his is like the moon
That wanders up & down
& every month it is new

Ill put on my cap of black
With a fringe about my neck
& rings on my fingers Ill wear
& this Ill undertake
For my true lovers sake
Who sailed from the coast of Kildair

Griefs livery Ill wear
& Ill comb down my hair
& dress in the velvet so green
Straight way I will repair
To the coast of Killdair
& there Ill get tidings of him

Farewell my own sweetheart
Since you & I must part
The fairest that ever I did see
I never did design
To alter my mind
Tho you was below my degree

I would [not] think it strange
The wide world for to range
Could I but obtain my delight
But here in cupids chain
Im obliged to remain
& in tears for to spend the whole night
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