Lord Gregory

I am a king's daughter
From the town of Cappoquin
In search of Lord Gregory
Pray God that I'll find him
The rain beats on my yellow locks
And the dew, it's wet me still
And my babe's cold in my arms
Lord Gregory, let me in

Lord Gregory's not home, love
And henceforth can't be seen
For he's gone to bonny Scotland
To bring home his new queen
So leave now these windows
And likewise this hall
For it's deep in the ocean
You should hide your downfall

Who will shoe my babe's little feet?
Who'll put gloves on her hands?
Who will tie my babe's medal
With a long and green band?
Who will comb my babe's yellow locks
With an ivory comb?
Who will be my babe's father
'Til Lord Gregory comes home?

Saddle me the black horse
The brown and the bay
Saddle me the finest horse
In my stable today
And I'll range over mountains
And valleys so wide
'Til I find Lord Gregory
And lay by his side