Nor is Love Sold

'You've bought me with your gold,' she said,'You've bought me with your gold;Upon this breast you lay your head;I would this breast were cold,' she said;'I would this breast were coldIn churchyard mould.'

'But O! I love him well,’ she said,'But O! I love him well—So well I would that I were dead,And laid in narrow cell,' she said;'And laid in narrow cell,For life is hell.'

'Bodies are bought for gold,' she said,'Bodies are bought for gold;But hearts can not be forced to wed,Though worlds grow grey and old,' she said;'Though worlds grow grey and old—Nor is love sold.'