I am a King's daughter, come straight from Cappoquin
In search of Lord Gregory, may god, I'll find him
The rain beats at my yellow locks, the dew wets me still
The babe is cold in my arms, love, Lord Gregory let me in
The rain rains on my good clothing, the dew stands on my chin
The babe is cold in my arms, love, Lord Gregory let me in

Do you remember, love Gregory, that night in Cappoquin?
We exchanged handkerchiefs and sore against my will
For yours it was fine linen, love, and mine but course cloth
Yours, it cost a guinеa, love, and mine but one groat

Do you rеmember, love Gregory, as we sat at the wine?
We exchanged rings, and aye the best was thine
For yours it was the purest gold and mine but false tin
Yours, it cost a guinea, love, but aye, 'twas false within
Do you remember, love Gregory, that night in my father's hall?
You stole away my maidenhead, and that's the worst of all

Lord Gregory is not here and he henceforth can't be seen
For he's gone to bonny Scotland to bring home his new queen
Lord Gregory is not here and he lately has gone
He's gone to bonny Scotland to bring his new bride home
So leave now these windows and likewise this hall
For it's deep in the sea you will find your downfall
She's took her young son in her arms, turned from that cold hall
Saying, "Deep in the sea we will find our downfall"