Oh, where have you been, my dear, dear love?
This long seven years and more
Oh, I've come to seek my former vows
You granted me before
Oh, hold your tongue of your former vows
For they will breathe sad strife
Oh, hold your tongue of your former vows
For I am become the wife
He turned him right around about
And the tear blinded his ear
I would never have trodden on this ground
If it had not been for thee
I might have had a king's daughter
Far, far beyond the sea
I might have had a king's daughter
If it had not been for thee
You might have had a king's daughter
Yourself he had to blame
You might have took the king's daughter
For he knew that I was named
If I were to leave my husband, dear
And my two babes, also
What have you to take me to
If with you I should go?
I have seven ships upon the sea
The eighth brought me to life
With four and twenty bold mariners
And music on every end
She's taken up her two little babes
Kissed them both cheek and chin
But there he will my own to be
For I'll never see you again
She set her foot upon the ship
No mariners could she behold
But the sails were of the taffety
And the masts of eaten gold
She had not sailed and leave her
She had not sailed and leave her
A league, a league, but barely three
When Dismal grew his countenance
And Dromley grew his ear
They had not sailed and leave her
A league, a league, but barely three
Until she spied his cloven foot
And she wept right bitterly
On the man who was in the sea



Oh, hold your tongue of your weeping
Of your weeping, now let me be
I'll show you how the lilies grow
If you'll be still for me
Oh, hold your tongue of your weeping
What hills are they, those pleasant hills that the sun shines sweetly on?
Those are the hills of heaven, where you shall never walk.
Oh, what mountain is that, she said, so dreary with frost and snow?
Oh, that is the mountain of hell, where you and I must go.
He struck the top mast with his hand, the foremast with his knee.
And he braked that gallant ship in twain, and sank her in the sea.
Oh, what mountain is that, she said, so dreary with frost and snow?