There was a king, a glorious king
A king of noble fame
And he had daughters, only one
Lady Diamond was her name

He had a boy, a kitchen boy
A boy of muckle scorn
She loved him long, she loved him, aye
'Til the grass o'ergrew the corn

When twenty weeks were gone and past
Oh, she began to greet
Her petticoat and skirts grew short
And her stays, they would not meet

It fell upon a winter's night
The king felt some strange fear
He came unto his daughtеr dear
Pulled back the curtains long
What ailеth thee that you shed tear?
I worry you've been wronged

Oh, if I have
Despise me not
For he is all my joy
I will forsake both dukes and earls
And marry your kitchen boy