Ripest of Apples

Come my friends and dear companions
Come and mourn a while with me
For I have lost my own dearest jewel
Clothed in mourning I must be
When I’m asleep I’m dreaming about him
When I’m awake I take no rest
Must I cross the wild, cruel ocean
To see the one that I love best
His eyes are as clear as a crystal fountain
Cheeks as red as the damnedest rose
Hair as black as any raven
And o’er his forehead hangs in curls
When I’m asleep I’m dreaming about him
When I’m awake I take no rest
Must I cross the wild, cruel ocean
To see the one that I love best
I wish I had never seen him
Never had he took me by my lily-white hand
For now he’s gained my heart’s devotion
Now I lie at his own command
When I’m asleep I’m dreaming about him
When I’m awake I take no rest
Must I cross the wild, cruel ocean
To see the one that I love best
The ripest of apples soon will grow rotten
Warmest of love will soon grow cold
The young men’s vows are soon be forgotten
Make pretty girls, don’t be controlled