Down in Yon Valley there was a fine weddingOh, but the bride, she has proved to be unkindWhen looking back on her bygone loverHer former true lover came in at the timeSupper being ended and all things overIt was proposed to sing the brightest songThe song it was sung by her bygone loverAnd unto the bride this song it did belongMany a one has been seven years absentMany a one has returned againBut I have been only three years absentAnd an inconstant lover to me beOh, how could you sit at another man's tableHow could you drink of another man's wineHow could you lie in another man's armsWhen often and often you said you'd lie in mineThe bride being seated at the end of the tableEvery word was spoken she marketedFor wealBut to bear up the company no more was she ableSo unto the bridegroom these words she did tellI'm going to ask of you, to ask of you a favourThis being the first one you'll grant it to meYou'll grant me the signet to lie with my mammyAnd I, I and after and I'll lie with youIn asking and asking this favour was grantedSighing and sobbing she went to your bedBut early, oh early, the very next morningThis bonny young lassie was found lying deadSurprising, surprising to all ye young womenTo see one say early comeBut often her bloomTonight she may be walkingAnd we sweethearts talkingAnd I in the morning be cold in the tombFirst I'll put on a green coat of velvetThis I will wear for one month or twoAnd then I'll put on the green and the yellowAnd I, I and after the orange and the blueIf anyone do ask me, do ask me the reasonWhy I do wear such a costly arrayI'll tell them the reason, the very plain reasonBecause that my true love lies cold in the clayAnd I, I and after and I'll lie with my mammy