Who is this he sees there?
Just a girl in hiding.
“Look at me and fear not,
Don’t run home to Mother.
Look! am I not handsome?
Was ever such another?
“But, my pretty lady,
It’s not you I’ll marry,
Unless it be you bring me
Heaps of gold to carry!”
Who is this he sees there?
Just a girl in hiding.
“Look at me and fear not,
Don’t run home to Mother.
Look! am I not handsome?
Was ever such another?
“But, my pretty lady,
It’s not you I’ll marry,
Unless it be you bring me
Heaps of gold to carry!”