Many years ago Ann Muir and I sang as often as we could with a fellow named Pete Davidson, now of Long Island. This is one of the songs he brought to us. It sounds English to me.
All my friends fell out with me
Because I kept my love company,
But, though they do or say what they will,
I love my love with a free good will.
When I have gold, she has her part;
When I have none, she has my heart,
And that she's earned with a free good will.
Love my love, and I love her still.
Now to the mountains I must go
Because my fortune is so low
With a heavy heart and a troubled mind
For leaving of my love behind.
Winter is gone, the summer's come,
The trees are budding, one by one,
And if my love should choose to stay,
I'll stay with her till the break of day.