I saw a maiden by the riverside Waiting for her lover to come a-riding by She dressed her hair with a golden comb Love, it seemed, had gained the throne And then he k**ed her Struck once, then twice And then he k**ed her With his knife From stately mansion to the lowest slum Love and d**h beat their drums Lovers touch and lovers sigh Lovers part and lovers cry And then he k**ed her Struck once, then twice And then he k**ed her With his knife How easily love's vine is spilt How easily love's vine does wilt