JOHN RILEY

Fair young maid all in a garden Stange young man, passerby He said, Fair maid, will you marry me This then, sir, was her reply: Oh, no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee For I've a love who sails all on the sea He's been gone for seven years Still no man shall marry me What if he's in some battle slain Or if he's drowned in the deep salt sea What if he's found another love And he and his love both married be Well, if he's in some battle slain I will die when the moon doth wane And if he's drowned in the deep salt sea I'll be true to his memory And if he's found another love And he and his love both married be I'll wish them health and happiness Where they dwell across the sea He picked her up all in his arms Kisses gave her: One, two, three Said, weep no more, my own true love I am your long-lost John Riley