In Tarry town,
where I did dwell,
There lived a boy,
I knew him well.
He followed me
both night and day,
Until with me he would no
longer stay.
Well, wide and deep my grave will be,
With wild goose-crosses growing over me.
Well, once I wore my apron low,
He followed me
through ice and snow,
But now my apron strings
won't tie.
He walks right by my house and passes by.
So wide and deep
my grave will be,
With wild goose-crosses growing over me.
A tavern stands
in Tarry town,
That's where my true
love
sits him down.
He takes another on his knee,
He tells her things he never will tell me.
So wide and deep my grave will be,
With wild goose-crosses growing over me.
With wild goose-crosses growing
over me.
