This I say, and this I know Love has seen the last of me Love's a trodden lane to woe Love's a path to misery This I know, and knew before This I tell you, of my years Hide your heart, and lock your door Hell's afloat in lovers' tears Give your heart, and toss and moan What a pretty fool you look! I am sage, who sit alone Here's my wool, and here's my book Look! A lad's a-waiting there Tall he is and bold, and gay What the devil do I care What I know, and what I say?