Oh, dear me
What do mine eyes see?
James Reynolds and my love
Sat under yon tree
My heart it bleeds
For she loves him indeed
Sing hi-low-le
At the end of the day
Sing hi-low-le
At the end of the day
Here I stand
Empty heart, empty hand
While he has my true love
And he has the land
Oh, my heart is sore
For she loves me no more
Sing hi-low-le
At the end of the day
Sing hi-low-le
At the end of the day
No more she'll fly
No more she'll cry
All over the cold earth
Beneath which I lie
Oh, my heart it grieves
For my side she now leaves
Sing hi-low-le
At the end of the day
Sing hi-low-le
At the end of the day
Let the cold wind blow
Let the years come and go
I'll wait for my true love
Though she'll never know
I wish them no rest
Like the hurt in my breast
Sing hi-low-le
At the end of the day
Sing hi-low-le
At the end of the day
I wish them no rest
Like the hurt in my breast
Sing hi-low-le
At the end of the day