All things are quite silent, each mortal at rest When me and my true love lay snug in one nest When a band of bold ruffians broke into our cave And they forced my dear jewel to plough the salt way
I begged hard for my darling as I would for my life But they would not heed me although a fond wife Saying “the king must have soldiers to the wars he must go” And they’ve left me lamenting in sorrow and woe
Through green fields and meadows we often have walked And of fond recollections together have talked Where the lark and the blackbird so sweetly do sing And the lovely thrushes voices made the valleys to ring
Now although I’m forsaken I won’t be cast down Who knows but my true love some day might return And he’ll make me amends for my trouble and strife And me and my darling might be happy for life
