I put my back against an oak nThinking it was some trusty treenBut first it bent and then it brokenAnd so did my false love, to menI put my hand into a bushnThinking some sweetest flower to findnI pricked my finger to the bonenLeaving the sweetest flower behindnOh, meeting is a pleasurenAnd parting is a griefnBut an unconstant lover is worse than any theifnA thief would all but rob younAnd take all that you had savednBut an unconstant lover will bring you to the gravenThe grave it will decay younAnd turn you into dustnThere's not one in a thousand that you can trustnThey'll kiss you and they'll court younAnd tell to you more liesnAs the hairs upon your head laughnOr the stars in the skiesnCome all you young loversnA warning take by menDon't place your affection on a green willow treenFor the leaves, they will withernThe branches will decaynAnd all your poor love will soon fall awaynnnnWe hung upon a hook, cut me to the bonenFroze me with a kiss, laid upon your thronenIn the abattoirs of lovenIn the abattoirs of lovenYou're in the serpent's jaws, love chains you to the floornLike fools you climbed so high, it's further then to fallnIn the abattoirs of lovenLove's a game for fools, for foolsnLove's a game for fools...