A pretty young lass, she came to me;
said take me away from my father.
My sweet boy, I long to live free.
I can stay here ne’er longer.
If you would but take me to foreign shores,
Gratefully, I take you to my bed.
But make no mind I’ll ever be yours,
For I would ne’er to be wed.
So, I took the girl along with me.
No more the life of a farmer.
From forest to valley we wondered free.
Welcomed no danger to harm her.
Then came a claim to the hand of hers;
she turned her eyes toward me.
Though he was the son of wealthy stores;
we hung from the willow tree.
Days went by and seasons went round;
we took leave from no other.
But when soldiers, two riders they found;
iron clasped me and my lover.
Rope rings for the lass and me.
To the gallows we are led.
Under the sun she smiled at me.
Today, we would to be wed.