As I walked out one morning fair,
to view the fields and taste the air,
for to view the fields and nettles around,
I thought I heard some lonesome sound.
I thought I heard my true love say,
oh do turn and come this way.
You love some other, you don?t love me,
you care not for my company.
You love some other and I know why,
because he has more gold than I.
But gold will melt and silver will fly,
my love for you will never die.
There is a flower I?ve heard them say
that can be seen from day to day,
and if that flower I only could find
to cure this aching heart of mine.
So fare you well my charming little love,
oh meet me in that land above.
And when we meet there in that land,
we?ll take no more this parting hand.