Must I go bound and you go free?
Must I love a lad who doesn't love me?
Must I be born with so little art?
To love a lad who would break my heart?

I put my finger to the bush
To pluck a rose of fairest kind
The thorn it pierced me at a touch
And so I left the rose behind

Must I go bound and you go free?
Must I love a lad who doesn't love me?
Must I be born with so little art?
To love a lad who would break my heart?