All knots that lovers tie
Are tied to sever.
Here shall your sweetheart lie,
Untrue for ever.

The thoughts of others
Were light and fleeting,
Of lovers' meeting
Or luck or fame.
Mine were of trouble,
And mine were steady;
So I was ready
When trouble came.

Lovers lying two by two / Ask not whom they sleep beside, / And the bridegroom all night through / Never turns him to the bride.

Oh, when I was in love with you, / Then I was clean and brave.

Here of a Sunday morning / My love and I would lie, / And see the coloured counties, / And hear the larks so high / About us in the sky.

Even a jerk can be a total sweetheart, it just takes the right girl to find his heart and to become his world.