Earl Richard is a-hunting gone
As fast as he could ride
His hunting horn hung round his neck
And broadsword by his side

He rode till he came to my lady's gate
He telled out the pin
And answered "Yes", she had said
To rise and let him in

"Oh light, oh light, Earl Richard" she said
Oh light and stay the night
You shall have cheer with charcoal clear
And candles burning bright

I will not light, I cannot light
I cannot light at all
A fairer lady than ten of you
Is waiting now at Richard's hall

He stooped down from his milk-white steed
To kiss her rosy cheek
She had a pen knife in her hand
And wounded him so deep

Oh lie ye there, oh lie ye thеre
Oh lie ye thеre till morn
A fairer lady than ten of me
Will think long of your coming home
She's called the servants one by one
She's called them two by two
I have a dead man in my bower
I wish he were away

Then one's take him by the hands
The other by the feet
They've thrown him in the deep draw-well
Full fifty fathom deep

Then up bespake a little bird
That sits upon a tree
Go home, go home, you false lady
And pay your maids a fee

Come down, come down, oh my pretty bird
That sits upon the tree
I have a cage of beaten gold
That I will give to thee

Go home, go home, you false lady
And pay your maids a fee
For as you have done to Earl Richard
So would you do to me

If I had an arrow in my hand
And a bow bent on a string
I'd shoot a dart at thy proud heart
Among the leaves so green