Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dewnSorry was I love when parting from younBut at our next meeting I hope you'll prove truenAnd we'll join the green laurel and the violet so bluennI once had a sweetheart but now I have nonenHe's gone and he's left me to weep and to mournnHe's gone and he's left me for others to seenI'll soon find another far better than hennHe passes my window both early and latenAnd the looks that he gives me would make my heart breaknThe looks that he gives me a thousand would killnThough hates and detests me I love that lad stillnnI wrote him a letter in red rosy linesnHe wrote back an answer all twisted and twinednSaying keep your love letters and I'll keep minenYou write to your love and I'll write to minennNow often I wonder why maidens love mennAnd often I wonder why young men love them nBut from my own knowledge I will have you knownThe men are deceivers wherever they gonnGreen grows the laurel, soft falls the dewnSorry was I love when parting from younBut at our next meeting I hope you'll prove truenAnd we'll join the green laurel and the violet so blue