| 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? |