Oh, a blacksmith courted me, nine months and better. When he'd 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 runs 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.