She called to her little page boy
Who was her brother's son
She told him as quick as he could go
To bring her lord safe home

Now the very first mile he would walk
And the second he would run
And when he came to a broken, broken bridge
He bent his breast and swum

Now when he came to the new castell
The lord was set at mead
If you were to know as much as I
How little would you eat

Is my tower falling, falling down?
Or does my bower burn?
Or is my lady lighter yet
Of a daughter or a son?

Oh no, your tower is not falling down
Nor does your bower burn
But we are afraid e'er you return
Your lady will be dead and gone

Saddle, saddle my milk-white steed
Come saddle my pony too
That I may neither eat nor drink
'Til I come to the old castell

Now when he came to the old castell
He heard a big bell toll
And then he saw eight noble, noble men
A bearing of a pall

Lay down, lay down
That gentle, gentle corpse
As it lay fast asleep
That I may kiss her red ruby lips
Which I used to kiss so sweet

Six times he kissed her red ruby lips
Nine times he kissed her chin
Ten times he kissed her snowy, snowy breast
Where love did enter in

The lady was buried on that Sunday
Before the prayer begun
And the lord he died on the next Sunday
Before the prayer was done