And when we unto the town,
I'd buy for thee a satin gown,
And give ye jewels of great reknown,
Lady, would ye love me?
And when the pale moon glimmers o'er
The wee bits of hills and bracken there,
Will ye not love, that are so fair?
Lady, would ye love me?
But I have not to offer thee,
Not gold from mine or pearls from sea,
Nor am I come of high degree,
Lady, but I love thee.