As I went out walking, one morning in June To view the fair fields, and the valleys in bloom; I spied a pretty fair maid, she appeared like a queen, With her costly fine robes and her mantle so green Says I, my pretty fair maid, wont you come with me, We'll both join in wedlock, and married we'll be; I will dress you in fine linen, you'll appear like a queen, With your costly fine robes and your mantle so green. Says she, now my young man, you must be excused, For I'll wed no man, so you must be refused; To the green woods I will wander and shun all men's view For the boy I love dearly lies in fame-ed waterloo. Well if you're not married, say your lover's name I fought in that battle, so I might know the same. Draw near to my garment, and there you will see His name is embroidered on my mantle so green. In the ribbon of her mantle, there I did behold, His name and his surname, in letters of gold Young William O'Riley, appeared in my view He was my chief comrade back in fame-ed waterloo And as he lay dying, I heard his last cry “If you were here lovely Nancy I'd be willing to die” And as I told her this story, in anguish she flew, And the more that I told her, the paler she grew So I smiled on my Nancy, ‘twas I broke your heart, In your fathers garden, that day we did part And this is the truth, and the truth I declare, Oh here's your love token the gold ring I wear.