Must I be bound while you go free? Must I love one who never loved me? Must I enact such a childish part And follow one who will break my heart? The first thing that my love gave me, It was a cap well lined with lead. The longer that I wore that cap, It grew the heavier on my head. You gave me a mantle for to wear, Lined with grief and stitched with care. And the drink you gave me was bitter gall And the blows you gave to me were worse than all. And the last thing that my love gave me gave me, It was a belt with colours three. And the first was pain and the next was sorrow And the last it was sad misery. But I will climb up that high, high tree, And I will rob that wild bird's nest And I will fall without a fear And find me one that loves me the best.