The Oak Tree Grove

As I was walking one morning in springtime Down to the path by the oak tree grove I overheard a fair maiden singing Mourning the loss of her own true love Tell this to me my sweet pretty maiden Why would a man on this fine spring day I am a weeping (?) for the springtime Vouch for my love whom has gone away Oh where is this love that you are grieving Will he be soon be returning to thee? I fear not 'tis a fine ship sailer Drowned in a storm on the raging sea As I was walking one morning in springtime Down to the path by the oak tree grove I overheard a fair maiden singing Mourning the loss of her own true love