Pretty fair miss down in the garden
When a brave young soldier
O no kind sir, replied the maiden,
Though a man of honour you may be,
For I've a true love for the ocean,
Yes, seven years across the sea,
And if he stays for seven years longer,
No man on earth can marry me.
Or he may be on a battlefield slain
Or he may be to a pretty girl married
And you may never see him again
Or if he's on a battlefield slain
Or if he's to some pretty girl married
I'll love the one that married him
Then he ran his hand down in his pocket,
his fingers being both long and slim,
and he drew forth a ring she'd given,
a ring that she had given him.
And straight before him she did fall
Before you went away to war
And they walked down that
His arm around her waist so trim,
And he told her a beautiful story,
And then she gave her heart