MY Love has fairly promised,
⁠that he would prove true,
No sooner I consented,
⁠but he's left me to rue.

His actions always modest,
⁠his words were sweet and kind,
But he's gone to range the world,
⁠and left me here behind.

But I hope he will return,
⁠as constant as the dove,
When I with open arms,
⁠will meet with my true love.

When we will join our hands,
⁠and happy we will be,
There's none in the world
⁠shall enjoy me but he.