As I was a walking down in Stokes Bay I met a drowned sailor on the beach as he lay And as I drew nigh him, it put me to a stand., When I knew it was my own true Love By the marks on his hand.
As he was a sailing from his own dear shore Where the waves and the billows so loudly do roar, I said to my true Love, I shall see you no more So farewell, my dearest, you're the lad I adore.
She put her arms around him, saying O! My dear! She wept and she kiss'd him ten thousand times o'er. O I am contented to lie by thy side. And in a few moments, this lover she died.
And all in the churchyard these two were laid, Anda stone for remembrance was laid on her grave, My joys are all ended, my pleasures are fled, This grave that I lie in is my new married bed.