i was told this poem once...

A faithless shepherd courted me
he stole away my liberty
When my poor heart was strange to men,
he came and smiled and stole it then

when my apron would hang low,
he came and sought me hrough frost nd snow,
when it puckered up in shame,
and i sought him he never came

i wish, i wish, but its in vain,
i wish i was a maid again,
a maid again i cannot be,
oh when will green grass cover me?

i wish my babe were ne'er born
ive made its pillow on a thorn
i wish our sorrows both away
our souls with god, our bodies clay