There's many and many, and not so far
Is willing to dry my tears away
There's many to tell me what you are
And never a lie to all they say
It's little the good to hide my head
It's never the use to bar my door
There's many as counts the tears I shed
There's mourning hearts for my heart is
There's honester eyes than your blue eyes
There's better a mile than such as you
But when did I say that I was wise
And when did I hope that you were true?