The Loss Of His Dear - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE LOSS OF HIS DEAR 
As I walked out one evening I chanced to hear A young man lamenting the loss of his dear; A young man lamenting, and this was his cry I am sorely tormented, for love I shall die. 
My love she doth slight me because I am poor, I'll work to maintain her, what can I do more? The king could but love her, and I'll do the same, I'll own her my mistress, my own darling flame. 
When I sit beside her she is angry with me, And when I talk to her she says I'm too free, When I say nothing she rakes me again, And surely says to me, go back as you came. 
I'll wind up my ditty, I'll finish my song, Here's a health to those proud girls to whom wealth belong; I'll hug them and kiss them be they ever so mean, 'Tis an old saying and a true one, a new broom sweeps clean.