| There was a maid in her father’s garden | 
| And a gentleman, he came passing by | 
| He stood awhile to gaze upon her | 
| And he said, «Fair maid, would you fancy I?» | 
| «But I’m not a lady, I’m a poor girl | 
| A poor man’s daughter of low degree | 
| Therefore, young man, find some other sweetheart | 
| For your servant maid I’m not fit to be | 
| It’s seven years since I had a true love | 
| Seven more since I did him see | 
| And seven more I will wait upon him | 
| But if he’s alive, he’ll come back to me | 
| If he’s sick, I will wish him better | 
| If he’s dead, I will wish him rest | 
| But if he’s alive, I will wait upon him | 
| He’s the only young man I do love best" | 
| «It's seven years since you had a true love | 
| Seven more since you did him see | 
| And seven more you will wait upon him | 
| Perhaps that young man you ne’er will see» | 
| He put a hand down in his pocket | 
| His gentle fingers, they were thin and small | 
| And up between them he pulled a gold ring | 
| And when she saw it, she down did fall | 
| He picked her up all in his arms | 
| And gave her kisses most tenderly | 
| Saying, «I'm your true love and single sailor | 
| Who came o’er the sea for to wed with thee» | 
| «If you’re my true love and single sailor | 
| Your gentle features, they look strange to me | 
| But seven years makes great alterations | 
| O’er the raging seas between you and me» | 
| There was a maid in her father’s garden | 
| And a gentleman, he came passing by | 
| He stood awhile to gaze upon her | 
| And he said, «Fair maid, would you fancy I?» |