One evening of late as I carelessly strayed
I espied a fair maid in deep mourn
I asked her the matter, she quickly made answer
I am weary from laying alone, alone
I am weary from laying alone
My comely young damsel, sit down here ’longside me
And tell me the years that have flown
Oh it’s seven and one and eleven years long
That I’m weary from laying alone, alone That I’m weary from laying alone
If I’d a comely young man would take me without fortune
And make me a wife of his own
For the truth is I’ll say is I’ll die in despair
If I lie any longer alone, alone
If I lie any longer alone
There’s a neat sweet little flower in this garden ’longside us
Take it away, sure ’tis your own
For the flower it will fade, and so also will the maid
For she’s weary from laying alone, alone For she’s weary from laying alone