I sing it thus, having learned it from a local fellow when I was doing project in Oxford in 1974.

Oh I loved a lad, and I loved him so well
And I hated all others that wished of him ill
And now he's rewarded me well for my love
For he's gone to be wed to another

When I saw my love to the church go
With his bride and her maidens , they made a fine show
And I followed on with a heart full of woe
For he's gone to be wed to another

The men in the forest ask=ed of me
"How many strawberries grow in the salt sea?"
I answered them back with a tear in my eye
"How many ships sail in the forest?"

Go dig my grave so wide and so deep
That I may lay me there down to sleep
With only the green gras to hear a I weep
"My love's gone to be wed to another."

The tune is modal and derivative of the Lambs on the green hills / week before Easter