I went unto my love's chamber window
Where I often I had been before
Just to let her know unto Flandyke Shore
Unto Flandyke Shore
Never to return to England no more
Never to return to England no more

I went uto my love's chamber door
Where I'd never had 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 hoved a bullet onto fair England's shore
Onto fair England's shore
Just where I thought that my own true love did lay

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Traditional
from Nic Jones on "Penguin Eggs"