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Traditional
- Yonder comes a courteous knight
Lustily raking over the hay.
He was well ‘ware of a bonny lass
As she came wandering over the way:
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry.
- Jove speed you, fair lady, he said,
Amongst the leaves that be so green:
If I were a king, and wore a crown,
Full soon, fair lady should thou be a queen!
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry.
- Also, Jove save you, fair lady,
Among the roses that be so red:
If I have not my will of you,
Full soon, fair lady, shall I be dead!
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry.
- Then he looked east, then he looked west,
He looked north, so did he south:
He could not find a privy place,
For all lay in the devil's mouth.
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry.
- If you will carry me gentle sir,
A maid unto my father's hall,
Then you shall have your will of me
Under purple and under pall.
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry.
- He set her upon a steed,
And himself upon another,
And all the day he rode by her
As though they had been sister and brother.
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry.
- When she came to her father's hall
It was well walled round about,
She rode in at the wicker-gate
And shut the four-eared fool without.
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry.
- You had me, quoth she, abroad in the field
Among the corn, amidst the hay,
Where you might had your will of me -
For, in good faith, sir, I ne'er said nay!
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry.
- You had me also amid the field
Among the rushes that were so brown,
Where you might had your will of me -
But you had not the face to lay me down!
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry.
- He pulled out his nut-brown sword
And wiped the rust off with his sleeve,
And said: Jove's curse come to his heart
That any woman would believe!
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry.
- When you have your own true-love
A mile or twain out of the town,
Spare not for her gay clothing -
But lay her body flat on the ground!
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,
Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry.
