This I say, and this I know
Love has seen the last of me
Love's a trodden lane to woe
Love's a path to misery
This I know, and knew before
This I tell you, of my years
Hide your heart, and lock your door
Hell's afloat in lovers' tears
Give your heart, and toss and moan
What a pretty fool you look!
I am sage, who sit alone
Here's my wool, and here's my book
Look! A lad's a-waiting there
Tall he is and bold, and gay
What the devil do I care
What I know, and what I say?