I put my back against an oak    Thinking it was some trusty tree   But first it bent and then it broke   And so did my false love, to me   I put my hand into a bush   Thinking some sweetest flower to find   I pricked my finger to the bone   Leaving the sweetest flower behind   Oh, meeting is a pleasure   And parting is a grief   But an unconstant lover is worse than any theif   A thief would all but rob you   And take all that you had saved   But an unconstant lover will bring you to the grave   The grave it will decay you   And turn you into dust   There's not one in a thousand that you can trust   They'll kiss you and they'll court you   And tell to you more lies   As the hairs upon your head laugh   Or the stars in the skies   Come all you young lovers   A warning take by me   Don't place your affection on a green willow tree   For the leaves, they will wither   The branches will decay   And all your poor love will soon fall away            We hung upon a hook, cut me to the bone   Froze me with a kiss, laid upon your throne   In the abattoirs of love   In the abattoirs of love   You're in the serpent's jaws, love chains you to the floor   Like fools you climbed so high, it's further then to fall   In the abattoirs of love   Love's a game for fools, for fools   Love's a game for fools...