With his hammer in his hand And if I was with my love
But where is my love gone With his cheeks like roses And his good black Billycock on Decked around with primroses. May burn and scorch his beauty And if I was with my love
Strange news is come to town Strange news flies up and down I wish them both much joy Though they can't hear me And may God reward him well
And you said you'd marry me It was only for to try you So bring your witness love
And may he reward you well Her lips grew pale and wan It made a poor heart tremble
With his hammer in his hand And if I was with my love I would live forever.