All things are quite silent, each mortal at rest,
When me and my love were snug in our nest,
When a bold set of ruffians, they entered
out cave,
And they forced my dear jewel to plough
the salt wave.
I begged hard for my sailor, as though
I begged for life,
They'd not listen to me although a fond wife,
Saying the king, he needs sailors, to the
sea he must go,'
And they've left me lamenting in sorrow
and woe.
Through green fields and meadows, we oft
times did walk,
And sweet conversation of love we had talked,
With the birds in the woodland so sweetly
did sing,
And the lovely thrushes' voices made the
valleys to ring.

Although my love's gone I will not be
cast down,
Who knows but my sailor may once
more return.
And may make me amends for all trouble
and strife,
And my true love and I might be happy
for life.