she sits in her father's garden
What ails thee, Lucy one?
Iel and Iel, dear brother, she said,
and I'll tell you the reason why.
For there is a child between
that's by you, dear brother, and I.
Oh, he's taken out his long
That's hung low down by his knee
And her fair body in three
An out an' there cometh in
What hails the Geordie one?
and the white of your sword,
Oh, that is the blood of my greyhound,
Oh, that is the blood of my grey mare,
She would not ride for me.
I Greymere's blood was ne 'r so clear,
Oh, that's not the blood of my Greymere,
It's the blood of my sister Lucy.
O, beth fyddwch chi 'n ei
pan fydd eich fath yn dod i 'w gwybod?
O, byddwn i 'n seilio 'n ffwrd
d mewn ystafell an hygoel,
ac byddwn i 'n ymweld â 'r by d.
And when will you come back again,
When the sun and the moon