For a blacksmith courted me, oh, for nine months and better
And he fairly gained my heart, he wrote to me a letter
With his hammer all in his hand which he strikes so mighty and clever
And if I was with my love, I'd live forever

There my love is gone across the fields, gathering primeroses
There he goes across the fields with his cheeks like roses
I'm afraid the burning sun, oh, would scorch and spoil his beauty
But if I was with my love, I'd do love's duty

Sad news has come to town, sad news is carried
Sad news flies up and down that my love is married
Still I wish him all both joy, oh, but he's not here for to hear me
I shall never die for love, love none relieve me

What's the promise that you made me, oh, when you first knowed me?
You promised you'd marry me, you only said it to deny me
Still I wish you all both joy, oh, but you're not here for to hear me
I shall never die for love, now men don't fear me