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Green Grow the Laurels 
Green Grow the Laurels 
I once had a sweetheart but now I have none He's gone and he's left me, to weep and to mourn; He's gone and he's left me, for others to see But I'll soon find another, far better than he 
cho: Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew Sorry was I, love, parting from you But at our next meeting I hope you'll prove true And we'll join the green laurel and the violet so blue. 
He passes my window both early and late And the looks he gives at me would me my heart break; The looks he gives at me a thousand would kill Though he hates and detests me, I love that lad still. 
I wrote him a letter in red rosy lines He wrote back an answer all twisted and twined Saying: Keep your love-letters and I will keep mine, You write to your love and I'll write to mine. 
Now I oft'times do wonder why maidens love men And oft'times I wonder why young men love them But from my own knowledge I will have you to know That the men are deceivers wherever they go. 
From Folksongs of Britain and Ireland, Kennedy Collected from Robert Cinnamond, N. Ireland, 1955