In Oxford City lived a lady
  And she was beautiful and fair
  Oh, she was courted by a sailor
  And he did love her as his dear
  
  He said, "My dear, let us get married
  Let us now no longer stay
  I'll work for you both late and early
  If you my wedded bride will be"
  
  The girl she loved him, but at a distance
  She did not seem to be quite so fond
  He said, "My dear, you seem to slight me
  I'm sure you love some other man"
  He saw her dancing with some other
  A jealous thought came to his mind
  And to destroy his own true love
  He gave to her a glass of wine
  
  So soon she drank it, so soon she felt it
  "Oh hold me fast, my dear," said she
  "Is it that glass of wine you gave me
  Takes my innocent life away?"
  
  "That glass of wine now which I gave you
  That glass of wine did strong poison hide
  For if you won't be my true lover
  You'll never be no other man's bride
  "That glass of wine which now I gave you
  It's I have drinked of the same," he said
  "So in each other's arms we'll die together
  To warn young men of jealousy"
  
  "Oh hark, oh hark, the cocks are crowing
  The daylight now will soon appear
  And into my cold grave I'm going
  And it's you, Willie, who called me here"