Here's one version of the False Bride:

I ONCE LOVED A LASS
From the singing of Ewan MacColl

I once loved a lass and I loved her sae weel,
I hated all others who spoke o' her ill,
But noo she's rewarded me weel for my love,
for she's gone tae be wed tae anither.

When I saw my love tae the church go,
With bride and bridemaidens they made a fine show,
And I follaed them on wi' a heart full o' woe,
For she's gone tae be wed tae another.

When I saw my love sit doon tae dine,
I sat doon beside her and poured oot the wine,
And I drank tae the lass that should hae been mine,
And noo she is wed tae another.

The men o' yon forest, they askit o' me,
Hoo many strawberries grew in the saut sea,
But I askit them back wi' a tear in my e'e,
Hoo many ships sail in the forest?

Oh, dig me a grave and dig it sae deep,
And cover it o'er wi' florets sae sweet,
And I'll turn in and tak a long sleep,
And maybe in time I'll forget her.

They dug him a grave and they dug it sae deep,
And covered it o'er wi' florets sae sweet,
And he's turned in for tae tak a long sleep,
And maybe by this time he's forgot her.


Another version, fairly similar, is in the DT. Click here to see it.