The purple spoon still pinched my hand
Song
1. My hand was still pinched by a pansy, ; My dark-haired young man still deceived my heart, ; You have deceived yourself, dark-haired young man, ; You have not found a truer man than me. ; ; 2. My sweet mother, that sprig of rosemary, ; Which my lover gave me, ; Tie it together, put it in water, but in a glass, ; For my lover's wedding day. ; ;