There was a lady in the North-country,
Lay the bent to the bonny broom,
And she had lovely daughters three,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
There was a knight of noble worth,
Which also lived at the North.
The knight, of courage stout and brave, 5
A wife he did desire to have.
He knocked at the lady's gate,
One evening when it was late.
The [eldest] sister let him in,
And pinn'd the door with a silver pin. 10
The second sister, she made his bed,
And laid soft pillows under his head.
The youngest [sister] that same night,
She went to bed to this young knight.
And in the morning when it was day, 15
These words unto him she did say.
"Now you have had your will," quoth she,
"I pray, Sir Knight, you marry me."