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