Weary of Lying Alone

One evening of late as I carelessly strayed I espied a fair maid in deep mourn I asked her the matter, she quickly made answer I am weary from lying alone, alone I am weary from lying alone My comely young damsel, come down here alongside me And tell me of the years that have a-flown For seven long gone and eleven years around I am weary from lying alone, alone I am weary from lying alone If I got a comely young man who would take me without fortune And make me a wife of his very own For the truth is, I'll say is, I'll die in despair If I lie any longer alone, alone If I lie any longer alone There's a neat sweet li'l flower in this garden alongside me Take it away, sure it is all but your own For the flower, it will fade and so also will the maid For she's weary from lying alone, alone For she's weary from lying alone 1