Must I Be Bound?

Must I be bound while you go free?
Must I love one who never loved me?
Must I enact such a childish part
And follow one who will break my heart?

Chorus (after each verse):

Must I be bound and you go free?
Must I love one who ne'er loved me?
Why should I play such a childish part
To go after a boy who will break my heart?

The first thing that my love gave me,
It was a cap well lined with lead.
The longer that I wore that cap,
It grew the heavier on my head.

Oh, the first thing that my love gave to me,
Oh, it was a cap well lined with lead.
And the longer that I wore that cap,
Oh, the weight did grow all upon my head.

You gave me a mantle for to wear,
Lined with grief and stitched with care.
And the drink you gave me was bitter gall
And the blows you gave to me were worse than all.

And next he bought me a mantle to wear,
All lined with sorrow and stitched with care.
And the drink he gave me was bitter gall
But the blows he gave to me were worse than all.

And the last thing that my love gave me gave me,
It was a belt with colours three.
And the first was pain and the next was sorrow
And the last it was sad misery.

And the last thing that my lad gave to me,
Oh, it was a belt with colours three.
The first was shame, the next sorrow
And last of all was sad misery.

But I will climb up that high, high tree,
And I will rob that wild bird's nest
And I will fall without a fear
And find me one that loves me the best.

So I lean my back agaist the solid oak
Thinking that it was a trusty tree;
But first it bent, then it broke,
Likewise did my false love to me.