A wealthy squire lived in this town He was a man of high renown He had a daughter of beauty bright And the name he called her was his heart's delight
And many's the young man to court her came But none of them could her favor gain Till there came one of the low degree And above them all she did fancy he
But when her father he came to know Their lovely daughter loved this young man so Over fifty miles he sent her away All to deprive her of her wedding day
One night as she lay in her bedroom Her love appeared from out the gloom He kissed her lips and to her did say Arise my darling and come away
With this young man she got on behind And they rode swifter than any wind They rode on for an hour or more Till he cried my darling, my head feels sore
A holland handkerchief she then took out And with it wrapped his aching head about She kissed his lips and to him did say My love you are colder than any clay
When they arrived at her father's gate He cried get down, love the hour is late Get down, get down love and go to bed And I'll see this noble horse is groomed and fed
When she arrived at her father's hall, Who's there, who's there, her own father called It is I dear father, you sent for me My love was the messenger was sent by thee
Oh no my daughter, that ne'er can be Your words are false and you lie to me For on yon far mountain your true love lies And in yon green graveyard his body lies
The truth then dawned on this maiden brave And with her friends she exposed the grave Where lay her love although nine months dead With a holland handkerchief around his headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
