by Ween

Three men's all there were,
Three men out at sea.
Three men came aboard my ship
And took my true love from me.
I couldn't believe
She wanted to leave
She wanted to leave.

I've loved you so long,
Since you were a child.
I've cared for your every need,
I've tried to make you smile,
When all the while
You wanted to leave
You wanted to leave.

Go gather the guns,
We'll blast them at sea.
She begged for me not to shoot
For "My true love is here with me,
And I've never loved thee,
And now I must leave,
And now I must leave."

So go fetch a bottle of rum, dear friends
And fill up my glass to the rim,
For I'm not the man I used to be.
Now I'm one of them.