Lord Gregory

I am a queen's daughter

I come from Capakin

In search of Lord Gregory

Pray God I find him

The rain beats on my yellow head

The dew wets my skin

My wee babe's cold in my arms

Lord Gregory, let me in

Lord Gregory, he is not here

I swear can't be seen

He's gone to bonny Scotland

For to bring home a fair queen

So leave now these portals

And likewise this hall

For it's deep in the sea

You should find you downfall

Oh don't you remember, love

That night in Capakin

When we exchanged rings, love

And I against my will

Yours was pure silver

And mine was but tin

Yours cost a guinea

And mine but a pin

My curse on you, mother

My curse being sore

I dreamed that my true love

Come a knocking at the door

Lie down now, my foolish son

Lie down and sleep

Twas only a servant girl

Lies drowned in the deep

Go saddle my black horse

The brown or the bay

Go saddle the fastest horse

In my stable this day

I'll ride over mountains

And valleys so wide

I'll find the girl that I love

And ride by her side