I Love My True Love

I love my true love, I loved him well
I loved him better than tongue can tell
I loved him better than the price of gold
What makes him look on me so cold?

There is a tavern down in town
And he often goes there and sits him down
And he'll take a strange lass upon his knee
And tell her tales that he won't tell me

It makes me sad and I'll tell you for why
Because she has more gold than I
But gold will melt and silver will fly
But mine is love that will never die

If I was a merchant and could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter that he'd understand
I'd tell him how I loved him in a few simple lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times