A blacksmith courted me, nine months and better. He fairly won my heart, he wrote me a letter. And if I were with my love I would live forever. He's gone across the sea, gathering primroses. And if I were with my love I would do my duty.
Strange news has come to town, strange news is carried.
Strange news flies up and down that my love is married. And if I were with my love I would do my duty. You said you'd marry me and not deny me. Oh witness have I none save God Almighty. And may He reward you well for the slighting of me.