Sylvie

As Sylvie was walking down by the riverside
As Sylvie was walking down by the riverside
And looking so sadly, looking so sadly
Looking so sadly, all upon the swift tide

She thought on her lover that left her in pride
She thought on her lover that left her in pride
On the banks of the meadow, on the banks of the meadow
On the banks of the meadow she sat down and cried

And as she sat weeping a young man came by
And as she sat weeping a young man came by
What ails you my jewel? What ails you my jewel
What ails you my jewel and makes you to cry?

Well I once had a sweetheart and now I have none
I once had a sweetheart and now I have none
He's gone and leave me, gone and leave me
Gone and leave me in sorrow to mourn

Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed that I did see
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed that I did see
Mine own dearest true love, mine own dearest true love
Mine own dearest true love come smiling to me

But when I awokened I found it not so
But when I awokened I found it not so
Mine eyes were like fountains, mine eyes were like fountains
Mine eyes were like fountains where the waters do flow

I'll set sail of silver and steer towards the sun
I'll set sail of silver and steer towards the sun
And my false love will weep, my false love will weep
My false love will weep for me after I'm gone