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My Love is Like a Dewdrop 
My Love is Like a Dewdrop 
My love is like a dewdrop setting out upon a thorn, Puts it on Sunday night, takes it off Monday morn, Carries love all in his pockets and but little in his heart, He's a lad that loves a good many, and gives every girl her part 
The first time that I met my love, 'twas in a shady grove, And as he stepped forward, he gave to me a rose; He thought that I'd accept of it, but no, not 1: Before I would accept of it, I'd lay me down and die 
The next time that I met my love, he asked me for the ring; He said that I had deprived him of many a better thing; He said that I had served him as he'd served two or three, So I care no more about him, he may go far away. 
Many a cold winter's night we sat together and chat, But little did I like him any better for that; His tongue, it rang too nimble, and his watch, it ran too slow, And many a time I gave him his hat and told him for to go. 
He can go home and tell his mother, and set her mind at ease For I hear she is an old woman, very hard to please; Talking ill of me, as they say she has done: Oh, she need not fret herself; I wouldn't have her son 
He is the son of a miser, I plainly understand, And I am the daughter of a poor, hard working man; He may share his gold, but I'm sure he'll not with me: Good riddance of bad rubbish, he may go, farewell he! 
I hear he has a new sweetheart, he won her by a joke; He really thinks within his heart he does me provoke; If he thinks he provokes me, I'll plainly let him see That I can have a new sweetheart just as well as he. 
Come all you lovesick fair ones that cured cannot be, I'll tell you of a remedy quite satisfactory: Take two grains of reason, and three grains of common sense A pound of resolution, and lots of impudence! 
From Folk Songs of the Catskills, Cazden Haufrecht and Studer 
Collected from Mary Avery Note: See Farewell He, and Let Him Go