I went unto my love's chamber window Where I often had been before Just to let her know unto Flandyke Shore Never to return to England no more.
I went unto my love's chamber door Where I never had been before There I saw a light springing from her clothes Just as the morning sun when first arose.
As I was walking on the Flandyke Shore, Her own dear father I did meet. "My daughter she is dead," he cried, "And she's broken her heart all for the love of thee."
So I hove a bullet on to fair England's shore Just where I thought that my own true love did lay.