I am a low-born lass, From the highlands I descended To look for Lord Gregory, I hope you’re not offended. Since I left home days ago, It’s been raining buckets on me. I’ve got to keep my baby warm, please, will you not condone me?
Lord Gregory’s away, He will not be back shortly. He’s riding through the kingdom In a company more courtly. So take your unwanted child And don’t stick around too long, For it’s beneath the waves that you and your kind belong.
In your tower high and dark, Lord Gregory, do you hear, Do you remember me dancing, Between the brandy and the beer? First, I was reluctant, But your kisses can convince And you loved me till the dawn, I’ve been brooding ever since.
Wake me early, mother dear, For I expect my loved one! Worry no more, ‘cause she came today And away she did run. I sent her to the wild coast And to the cliffs all slippery, How could a woman like that bewitch Lord Gregory?
Of the horses in my stables, Which one can carry me Like quicksilver to the shore Of the black foaming sea? And if ever I’m too late, I’ll sink by her side, And be with her forever, my dark ocean bride.