By the waterfalls of Ilkley
My love and I did part.
She’d sworn to me fidelity
But didn’t give her heart.
She’d promised all her love for me
Until my dying day -
But, despite these words, my Ruby dear
Was sadly led astray.
In spring, beneath the cherry trees,
I met her once again,
But her new love had jilted her
And left her full of pain.
I looked down at her lovely face:
Her intentions were quite clear,
And I’m standing by the river now -
And with my Ruby dear!
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