| There was a maid in her father’s garden
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| And a gentleman, he came passing by
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| He stood awhile to gaze upon her
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| And he said, «Fair maid, would you fancy I?»
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| «But I’m not a lady, I’m a poor girl
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| A poor man’s daughter of low degree
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| Therefore, young man, find some other sweetheart
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| For your servant maid I’m not fit to be
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| It’s seven years since I had a true love
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| Seven more since I did him see
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| And seven more I will wait upon him
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| But if he’s alive, he’ll come back to me
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| If he’s sick, I will wish him better
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| If he’s dead, I will wish him rest
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| But if he’s alive, I will wait upon him
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| He’s the only young man I do love best"
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| «It's seven years since you had a true love
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| Seven more since you did him see
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| And seven more you will wait upon him
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| Perhaps that young man you ne’er will see»
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| He put a hand down in his pocket
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| His gentle fingers, they were thin and small
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| And up between them he pulled a gold ring
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| And when she saw it, she down did fall
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| He picked her up all in his arms
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| And gave her kisses most tenderly
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| Saying, «I'm your true love and single sailor
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| Who came o’er the sea for to wed with thee»
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| «If you’re my true love and single sailor
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| Your gentle features, they look strange to me
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| But seven years makes great alterations
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| O’er the raging seas between you and me»
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| There was a maid in her father’s garden
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| And a gentleman, he came passing by
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| He stood awhile to gaze upon her
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| And he said, «Fair maid, would you fancy I?» |