Of late I've been captivated by a handsome young manI am daily complaining for my own darling JohnConfuse them, consume themWho will say I am not trueThrough green groves and lofty mountainsI will rollLove will runwith youMy love is far fairer than a bright summer's dayHis breath is far sweeter than the new moonHeyHeyHis eyes shine like diamondsWhen exposed to the sunHe is as fairAs the blossom earlyOf the dry nightof LondonIf I had a small boatOn the ocean to floatI would rather my darlingWherever he would goI would rather my darlingI would rather my darlingTo her old sport and playTo her old sport and playThen I'll lay the golden treasuresThen I'll lay the golden treasuresBy land or by seaI am constantly waitingFor my true love's returnAnd for his long absenceI will never cease to mournAnd for his long absenceI will join with the sweet boatTill the summer comes onI'll be shadedBy the green leavesOf the dry London