JOHN RILEY - Trad

Fair young maid all in her garden

Strange young man, passing by

Said fair maid, would you mary me?

And this to him was her replay

Oh no kind sir, I cannot marry thee

For I’ve a love who sails all on the sea

He’s been gone these seven years

Still no man shall marry me

But what if he’s in some battle slain?

Or drownded in the deep salt sea?

What if he’s found another love

And he and his love married be?

Oh if he’s in some battle slain

Then I will like when the moon doth wane

And if he’s drowned in the deep salt sea

I will be true to his memory

And if he’s found another love

And he and his love married be

I wish them health and happiness

Wherever they dwell across the sea

He’s picked her up all in his arms

Kisses gave her one two three

Saying weep no more my own true love

I am your long lost John Riley

Saying weep no more my own true love

I am your long lost John Riley