I like the added "twist" at the end of this one.

SEVEN YEARS I LOVED A SAILOR (C) - Flowery Garden

1. As I walked out in a flowery garden
A fair pretty maid oh I chanced to spy,
Stepping up to her thinking I knew her
I said, "Pretty maid, will you fancy I?"

2. "Perhaps you might be a man of honor,
A man of honor you seem to be."
"I'll marry thee, love, make you my true love,
I will get servants to wait on thee."

3. "Seven years I have loved a sailor,
Seven more he's been gone from me,
And seven more will I wait upon him
Till he returns from across the sea."

4. "If seven years you have loved a sailor
Perhaps he's married, dead, or drowned."
"And if he's married I'll love him better,
And if he's dead he's in glory crowned."

5. He drew his hand out of his pocket,
His fingers held a ring so small,
Saying, "Here's the ring, love, we broke between us."
Soon as she saw it down did she fall.

6. He threw his arms around her middle,
He gave her kisses, one, two, and three,
Saying, "I am yours, love, a single sailor,
Just returned from sea for to marry thee."

7. A short while after this fair young lady
Went to a dance one night so late,
This jealous young man he soon followed after
To prepare himself for a nobler fate.

8. He saw her dancing all with some other,
And jealousy came into his mind,
He then got ready a dose of poison,
He mixed it up with a glass of wine.

9.He gave it unto his own true lover.
She drank it down with a cheerful mind
Not thinking that her own dear loved one
Put a dose of death in her blood-red wine.

10.Soon as she drank it, so soon she felt it.
"Oh carry me home, oh my dear," cried she,
"The dose of liquor you lately gave me
Makes me so ill, love, as I can be."

11. "'Twas in your liquor I put strong poison,
Sure I have drunk the same as thee,
In each other's arms, love, we'll die together,
Young men beware, don't court jealousy."

Although probably no older than two or three hundred years in its present form, this 'returned-lover' ballad goes back much further, at least as far as the Crusades. Similar tales are part of the folklore of many European countries, and French equivalents have been collected in the St. Lawrence Valley from Montreal right around to the Bay of Chaleur. In Folk Songs of Old Quebec, Marius Barbeau quotes a variant of Germine which has three young knights interrogating the girl. She answers:

Je ne suis pas fillette, fillette à marier.
Je me suis mariée à quinze ans et demi.
A plus de sept années, mon mari est parti.

Seven seems to be the magic number in all the members of this family of ballads. Later on in Germine, one of the knights is singled out as her returned husband, but first he must remember the date of the wedding, the dress she wore, and even the colour of her horse. As in this English version, the clincher comes when he produces the broken ring:

T' en souviens-tu, Germine? Tes anneaux d' or uni...
Je t' ai serré' si fort dedans mes bras,
Que ton anneau cassa. Germine, le voilà!

The Dark-Eyed Sailor tells exactly the same story of lovers who broke a gold ring and were parted for seven years. All the Newfoundland variants of Seven Years I Loved a Sailor are similar, except Mr. Osborne's Flowery Garden, which carries the story beyond the simple betrothal vow into more highly-charged emotional states, bringing both lovers to their tragic deaths. This ending seems to have been borrowed from a ballad called Oxford City, a popular nineteenth century broadside which was later collected from oral tradition in the south of England by Vaughan Williams and others.
Source: Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports