Must I Be Bound
Must I be bound and you go free?
Must I love one who ne'er loved me?
Why should I play such a childish part
To go after a boy who will break my heart?

Oh, the first thing that my love gave to me
Oh, it was a cap well lined with lead
And the longer that I wore that cap
Oh, the weight did grow all upon my head

And next he bought me a mantle to wear
All lined with sorrow and stitched with care
And the drink he gave me was bitter gall
But the blows he gave to me were worse than all

And the last thing that my lad gave to me
Oh, it was a belt with colours three
The first was shame, the next sorrow
And last of all was sad misery

So I lean my back against the solid oak
Thinking that it was a trusty tree;
But first it bent, then it broke
Likewise did my false love to me