Some Tyrant Has Stolen My True Love Away

Some tyrant has stolen my true love away

And here in old England I'll no longer stay

I will cross the wide ocean, ne'er on my bed rest

In search of my true love who I love the best

And when I have found her, my joy and delight

I'll be constant (???) unto her by day and by night

Here's a health to all others that are loyal and just

And confusion to the rivals who thrive in distrust

The bugle shall speak and the serpent shall sing

There'll be instruments of music for to make the woods ring

Oh, the huntsman he'll holler and the hounds make

their noise

For to fill my love's heart with ten thousand bright joys

• Artist:Jon Boden
• Album:A Folk Song a Day: January