If time heals all wounds
Then may mine rot until I die
To think to spend my life with you
To live the damantion of love your lie

Better for death than a life of sorrow
To hear of every wench you lip
Disgust is now only seen by you I
No love have I left to give

Dear departed heart of you
Whose memory is a lie
Be off to the whore in which you choose
My heart holds you no tie

Go lie upon a ragged loan
Spread forth for all to eye
Think not this my life you own
Question me no more as to why