I went unto my love's chamber door,
Where I never been before.
There i saw a light springing from her clothes,
Springing from her clothes,
Just as the morning sun when first arose,
Just as the morning sun when first arose.
As I was walking on the Flandyke shore
Her own dear father I did need
"My daughter she is dead," he cried.
"She is dead," he cried.
"And she's broken her heart
All for the love of thee."
So I hove a bullet onto fair England's shore,
Onto fair England's shore,
Just where I thought my own true love did lay.