My dearest dear, the time draws near
When you and I must part
But little do you know the grief and woe
Of my poor troubled heart

As I walked out one summer night
Drinking wine
A pretty girl crossed my path
And stole this heart of mine

Hush, my love
For you will break my heart
Never let me hear you cry

I wish your breast was made of glass
And in it I'd behold
Your name and secrets I could write
In letters of bright gold

Who will shoe your feet, my love?
Who will glove your hands?
Who will kiss those rosy lips
From where I stand?

As you are like some turtle dove
That flies from tree to tree
Mourning is just one true love [sic]
As I am made for thee

Hush, my love
For you will break my heart
Never let me hear you cry

My dearest dear, the time draws near
When you and I must part
But little do you know the grief and woe
Of my poor troubled heart
Of my poor troubled heart

This seems to be a mix of several traditional English folk songs, all of which have copied parts from each other, including "As Time Draws Near", "The Blackest Crow", "The Lover's Lament", "My Dearest Dear", "Oh, Who Will Shoe Your Pretty Foot?", etc. More info/analysis can be seen here. Title given as listed on SPNexus' post.