If I was King of Arryn's Isle, had all the things at my will, I would roam through recreationAnd seek for comfort still. The comfort I would seek, as you may understand it,Would be to gain you lovely myrtle, the flower of sweet strawberry,Her cheeks are rosy red, her hair is lovely brown,And o'er her lily-white shoulders, her golden hair hangs down,She is one of the fairest creatures, and famous for her clever,She is my pride, my lovely myrtle, the flower of sweet strawberry.If I had you, lovely myrtle, way down in Ynyshoel,Or in some lonesome valley, or the wild woods of Tyrol,I would give my whole endeavour, and I'd try to work a plan,For to gain you, lovely myrtle, the flower of sweet strawberry.Thank you for watching!