A wealthy squire lived in our town

He was a man of very high renown

He had a daughter a beauty bright

And the name he called her was his heart's delight

And many is the young man to court her came

But none of them could her favor gain

Till there came one of the low degree

And among them all she did fancy he

But when her father he came to know

That his lovely daughter loved this young man so

Over fifty miles he sent her away

All to deprive her of her wedding day

One night as she lay in her bedroom

Her love appeared from out the gloom

He touched her hand and to her did say

Arise my darling and come away

With this young man she got on behind

And they rode swifter than any wind

They rode on for an hour or more

Till he cried my darling my head feels sore

Her Holland handkerchief she then took out

And with it wrapped his aching head about

She kissed his lips and to him did say

My love you are colder than any clay

When they arrived at her father's gate

He cried get down love the hour is late

Get down get down love and go to bed

I'll see this noble horse is groomed and fed

When she arrived in her father's hall

Who's there who's there her own father called

It is I dear father you sent for me

My love was the messenger was sent by thee

Oh no my daughter that ne'er can be

Your words are false and you lie to me

For on yon far mountain your true love died

And in yon green graveyard his body lies

The truth had dawned upon this maiden brave

And with her friends she exposed the grave

Where lay her love although nine months dead

With the Holland handkerchief around his head