Arise, arise my lady fair
For you my bride shall be
And we will dwell in my silven bower
In a castle by the sea
Come bring along your marraige fee
That you can claim today
And also bring your swiftest steed
The milk white and the grey
She mounted on her milk white steed
He rode the turban grey
They took the path by the wild seashore
Or so I've heard them say
But when they got to the castle high
It looked so black and cold
She wished she'd stayed in Boston town
With her ten thousand pounds of gold
Lie down, lie down my pretty fair maid
My bride you'll never be
For it's six fair maidens I've drowned here
And the seventh you shall be
Take off, take off that scarlet robe
And lay it down by me
For it is too rich and costly for to rot in the briny sea
Oh then turn your face to the wild seashore
And your back to yonder's tree
For it is a disgrace for any man an unclothed woman to see
So he turned his face to the wild seashore
And his back to yonder's tree
This lady took him in her arms and flung him into the sea
Lie there, lie there you false young man
And drown in the place of me
If it's six fair maidens you've drowned here
Go keep them company
She mounted on her milk white steed
And led the turban grey
She rode till she came to Boston town
Two hours before it was day
