She fell down humbly on her knee, (Follow, my love, come over the strand) Crying, "Courteous knights, take pity on me, Even I the fair flower of Northumberland.
"I have offended my father dear, (Follow, my love, come over the strand) For a false knight that brought me here, Even I the fair flower of Northumberland."
They took her up beside them then, (Follow, my love, come over the strand) And brought her to her father again, And she the fair flower of Northumberland.
Now all you fair maids, be warned by me, (Follow, my love, come over the strand) Scots never were true, nor ever will be, To lord, nor lady, nor fair England.
Are you going to Whittingham Fair (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme), Remember me to one that lives there, For once she was a true lover of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme), Without any seam or needlework, Then she shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder well, (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme), Where never spring water or rain ever fell, And she shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn, (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme), Which never bore blossom since Adam was born. Then she shall be a true lover of mine.
Now he has asked me questions three, (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme), I hope he'll answer as many for me, Before he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to buy me an acre of land, (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme), Betwixt the salt water and the sea sand, Then he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn. (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme), And sow it all over with one pepper corn. And he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to shear't with a sickle of leather, (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme), And bind it up with a peacock feather, And he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall, (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme), And never let one corn of it fall, Then he shall be a true lover of mine.
When he has done and finished his work, (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme), O tell him to come and he'll have his shirt, And he shall be a true lover of mine.
A North country mayde up to London had strayed, Although with her nature it did not agree. Which made her repent, and often lament, Still wishing again in the North for to be. "O the Oak and the Ash and the bonny Ivy tree, They are all growing green in my North Countrie!"