Oh who is that outside with anger in his voice

Beating on my closed door

I am Eamann of the Hill soaked through and wet

From constant walking of mountains and glens

Oh who is without that in anger they should

Keep beating my bolted door

I am Ned of the Hill long weary and chill

From long trudging over marsh and moor

My love fond and true what else could I do

But shield you from wind and from weather

When the shot falls like hail they us both shall

Assail

And mayhap we will die together

Through frost and through snow tired and hunted I go

In fear both of friend & of neighbor

My horses run wild my acres untilled

And all of it lost to my labor

What grieves me far more than the loss of my store

Is there's no one would shield me from danger

So my fate it must be to bid farewell to thee

And languish amid strangers

My darling my beloved

We will go off together for a while

To forests of fragrant fruit trees

And the blackbird in his nest

The deer and the buck calling

Sweet little birds singing on branches

And the little cuckoo on top of the green yew tree

Forever forever death will not come near us

In the middle of our fragrant forest