Of late I've been captivated by a handsome young man
I am daily complaining for my own darling John
Confuse them, consume them
Who will say I am not true
Through green groves and lofty mountains
I will roll
Love will run

with you
My love is far fairer than a bright summer's day
His breath is far sweeter than the new moon
Hey
Hey
His eyes shine like diamonds
When exposed to the sun
He is as fair
As the blossom early
Of the dry night
of London
If I had a small boat
On the ocean to float
I would rather my darling
Wherever he would go
I would rather my darling


I would rather my darling
To her old sport and play
To her old sport and play
Then I'll lay the golden treasures
Then I'll lay the golden treasures
By land or by sea
I am constantly waiting
For my true love's return
And for his long absence
I will never cease to mourn
And for his long absence
I will join with the sweet boat
Till the summer comes on
I'll be shaded
By the green leaves
Of the dry London