I put my back against an oak, thinking it was some trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke, and so did my false love to me
I put my hand into a bush, thinking some sweetest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone, leaving the sweetest flower behind
Oh, meeting is a pleasure, and parting is a grief
But an unconstant lover is worse than any thief
A thief will all but rob you, and take all that you have saved
But an unconstant lover will bring you to the grave
The grave it will decay you, and turn you into dust
There is not one in a thousand that you can trust
They'll kiss you and they'll court you, and tell to you more lies
As the hairs upon your head, love, all the stars in the skies
Come all you, young lovers, a warning take by me
Don't place your affection on a green willow tree
For the leaves they will wither, the branches will decay
And all your poor love will soon fall away
For the leaves will wither, the branches will decay
And all your poor love will soon fall away
We hung upon a hook, cut me to the bone
Froze me with a kiss, laid upon the throne
In the abattoirs of love
In the abattoirs of love
You're in the serpent's jaws, love chains you to the floor
Like fools you climbed so high, it's further then to fall
In the abattoirs of love
Love's a tomb for fools, for fools
Love's a tomb for fools...
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