I AM the Queen's daughter,
In search of Lord Gregory,
The rain falls on my golden hair,
the dew, it wets my skin.
My wee babe is cold in my arms,
Lord Gregory, he is not here,
For he's gone to bonnie Scotland
So leave now these windows
For it's deep in the ocean
You should hide your downfall.
Oh mother, oh dear mother,
It grieves my heart full sore.
For I dreamed I heard my true love,
She was knocking on my door
For it's only a servant girl
Who is drowning in the deep?
Go saddle my white horse,
The silver o 'er the bay,
Go and saddle the swiftest
For I'll ride over mountains
And I will find my true love