As I was a-walking for my recreation
Down by the green meadows I silently strayed
There I met a fair maid making great lamentation
“Oh, Jimmy will be slain in the wars I'm afraid”

The blackbirds and thrushes sing in the green bushes
The larks and the doves seem to mourn for this maid
And the song she sang was concerning her lover
“Oh, Jimmy will be slain in the wars I'm afraid”

When Jimmy returned with his heart full of yearning
He found his dear Mary all dead in her grave
He cried, “I'm forsaken, my poor heart is breaking
I wish that I nеver had left this fair maid”