| lyric | 1. Must I go bound while you go free? Mus I love a lad that don’t love me? Must I then act the childish part And leave the lad who’d break my heart?
3. I put my finger to the bush, To pluck a rose of fairest kind. The thorn, it pierced me at a touch, And oh, I left the rose behind. 3. Must I go bound while you go free? Must I love a lad that don’t love me? Was e’er I taught to play the part, To love the lad who’d break my heart? |