Who is at my window weeping,
Weeping there so bitterly?
It's I, it's I, your own [bad word] lover
Arise, arise and pity me.

Darling, go and ask your mother
If my wedding bride you'll be
If she says no, return and tell me.
And I'll no longer trouble thee.

I cannot go and ask my mother
For I'm her only child and dear
Oh, darling, go and seek some other,
She whispered softly in his ear.

And Darling, go and ask your father
If my wedding bride you'll be
If he says no, return and tell me.
And I'll no longer trouble thee.

I cannot go and ask my father
For he lies in bed and rest
Beside him lie that silver dagger
To slay the one that I love best

Then William took that silver dagger
And pierced it through his aching heart
I bid adieu, to all false loved ones.
I bid adieu, for now we part.

Then Mary took the blood-stained dagger
And pierced it through her lily breast.
I bid adieu to my [bad word] parents.
I bid adieu, for now we rest.
I bid adieu to my [bad word] parents
I bid adieu, for now we rest.