Our love was pure As the snow on the mountains: White as a moon Between the clouds —
They're telling me Your thoughts are double: That's why I've come To break it off. To-day we'll drink
A cup of wine. To-morrow we'll part Beside the Canal: Walking about, Beside the Canal, Where
its branches divide East and west. Alas and alas, And again alas.
So must a girl Cry when
she's married, If she find not a man Of single heart, Who will not leave her Till her hair is white.