I Loved A Lass - Pentangle

Oh, I loved a lass, and I loved her so well

That I hated all others who of her spoke ill

But this she rewarded me well for my love

She’s a-gone to be bride to another

When I saw her my love to who the church go

With a bride and bride maidens she made a fine show

I followed her around with a heart full of woe

She’s a-gone to be bride to another

When I saw my love sit down to dine

I sat down besid her to pour out the wine

I drank to th lassie that should have been mine

She’s a-gone to be bride to another

And the men in the forest they ask it of me

Saying «How many strawberries grow in the salt sea?»

I answered them back with a tear in my eye

«How many ships sail in the forest?»