As time draws near my dearest dear when you and I must part
How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor aching heart
Tis' but I suffer for your sake you are the girl I love so dear
I wish that I　was going with you or you were staying here 


The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you bright day be turn to night
Bright day will turn to day my love, the elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to you the seas will rage and burn