How could I live on the top of a mountain?
With no money in my pocket, no gold for the counting
For I would let the money go, all for to please her fancy
And I would marry no one but my own dear blue-eyed Nancy
She's my bonny blue-eyed lassie with an air so sweet and tender
Her walk like swans on water and her waist so small and slender
Her golden hair in ringlets fell all o'er her snow-white shoulder
And I'll ask her for to marry me, and there's no man could be bolder
Now there's some people say she is very low in station
And there's more people say she'll be the cause of my ruination
But let them all say what they will, to her I will prove constant still
'Til the day that I die, she will be my own lovely lady
How lightly skims the swallow o'er the dark waters of Eochaill
And blithely sings the nightingale so happy to behold her
And the winds may blow, and the moorcocks crow, and the moon shine out so clearly O
Ah but deeper by far is my love for my own lady
Well, now there's some people tell me that she is very low in station
And there's more people say she'll be the cause of my ruination
But let them all say what they will, to her I will prove constant still
'Til the day that I die, she will be my own lovely lady
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