Once i stood at the foot of a great high mountain
That i wanted so much to climb
And on top of this mountain was a beautiful fountain
That flows with the water of life

I fell down on my knees at the foot of this mountain
I cried, "o lord what must i do?"
I want to climb

Lady Margret was standing in her own room door
A comb in her long yellow hair
When who did she spy but sweet William and his bride
As to the churchyard they drew near
The day passed away and the night coming on
Most of the men were asleep
Lady Margret appeared all dressed