My babe lies cold within my arms; Lord Gregory, let me in.
Oh, the night is far too murky, and the hour is far too late,
To open for a stranger Lord Gregory’s castle gate.
Oh, and don’t you remember one night by yonder cross,
When we changed cloaks together, and still to my loss?
Yours was the woollen grey, and mine the scarlet fine,
Yours bore an iron clasp, and mine a silken twine.
The rain rains on my yellow locks, the dew has wet my skin;
My babe lies cold within my arms; Lord Gregory, let me in.
Oh, the night is far too murky, and the hour is far too late,