Fly up, my cock, you're my well feathered cock
But don't crow till the break of day
And your red rosy comb shall it be of the beaten gold
And your neck of the silvery grey

My cock, he flew up and my cock, he flew down
But he crowed one hour too soon
This young man arose and he hurried on his clothes
But it was only the light of the moon

"When will you come back, my dear Jimmy" she said
"For to wed with a gay golden ring?"
"Seven moons" said he, "Shining over the lea
And the sky to yield up no more rain
For now I do see of the contrary way
And I'm forced to live single or be bound"