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I went unto my own love's chamber window
Where I'd often been before
Just to let her know love unto Flandyke shore
Unto Flandyke shore
Never to return to England no more
Never to return to England no more
I went unto my love's chamber door
Where I'd never been before
There I saw a light springing from her clothes
Springing from her clothes
Just as the morning sun when first arose
Just as the morning sun when first arose
As I was walking on the Flandyke shore
Her own dear father I did meet
"My daughter she is dead", he cried
She is dead, he cried
And she's broken her heart all for the love of thee
So I hove a pullet onto fair England's shore
Onto fair England's shore
Just where I thought that my own true love did lie
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