I must be going, no longer staying.
The burning Thames I have to cross.
Oh, I must be guided without a stumble
Into the arms of my dear Lash.
He knelt down gently on a stone
My dear girl, are you alone?
She rose her head from her
And snowy were her milk -like breasts,
Saying who's there, who's there
Oh I'm your lover and can't discover
I pray your eyes love and let me in
Besides, I'm wet into the skin.
Now this young girl rose and
She quickly let her own true love in,
O 'er they kissed, shook hands,
Till that long night was near an end
O' Willie dear, O' dearest Willie
Where is that colour you'd some time ago
Oh Mary dear, the clay has changed me,
I'm but the ghost of your weird Leo.
I pray you not crow until it's day,
of the very first -beaten gold,
It crewed three hours before it was day,
Not be the light of the moon,
whenever shall I see you again?
And the fish they fly, love,
And the sea runs dry, love,
And the rocks they melt In the heat of the sun.