On yonder hill there stands a maiden
Who she is I do not know;
I shall court he, for her beauty,
She must answer yes or no,

cho: Oh, 0h, no John,
No John, No John, No

Madam, on thy face is beauty
On thy lips wild roses grow,
Madam, I would be thy lover,
Madam, answer yes or no,

cho:

Madam on thy face is beauty,
At thy bosom lilies grow,
In your bedroom there is pleasure,
Shall I view it? Yes or no

cho:

My husband is a Spanish captain,
Went to sea a month ago
First he kissed me, then he left me,
Bade me always answer "No!"

cho:

Madam, may I tie your garter
Just an inch above your knee?
If my hand should slip a little farther,
Would you think it ill of me?

cho:

My love and I went to bed together,
There we lay till the [bad word] did crow;
Open your arms my dearest darling,
Open your arms and let me go

cho: