Alas, my love, you surely do me wrong
For you to cast me out discourteously (from this world)
For I have loved you well and long

You stole my heart and hurled it to the night
The sword was gleaming in the pale sunlight
My last thought was of your face

Will you hold my hand 'till the bitter end?
'Till the darkness comes, and the stars grow dim?
The I would know although we've been through hell
You've always loved me well

And thus I take my leave of this world and of you all
O Lord, have no mercy on me
To God I commend my soul
God save the king

Will you hold my hand 'till the bitter end?
'Till the darkness comes, and the stars grow dim?
Godspeed my love, although we've through hell
You've always loved me well