I went unto my love's chamber window
Where I often had been before
Just to let her know unto Flandyke Shore
Never to return to England no more.
I went unto my love's chamber door
Where I never had been before
There I saw a light springing from her clothes
Just as the morning sun when first arose.
As I was walking on the Flandyke Shore,
Her own dear father I did meet.
"My daughter she is dead," he cried,
"And she's broken her heart all for the love of thee."
So I hove a bullet on to fair England's shore
Just where I thought that my own true love did lay.
