I went unto my own love's chamber window,



Where I had often been before,



To tell my love unto Flandyke shore,



Unto Flandyke shore,



Never to return to England no more,



Never to return to England no more.







I went unto my own love's chamber door,



Where I had never been before.



I saw a light springing from her clothes,



Springing from her clothes,



Just like the morning sun when first arose,



Just like the morning sun when first arose.







As I was walking on the Flandyke shore



Her own dear father I did see.



"My daughter she is dead," he cried.



"She is dead," he cried.



"And she's broken her heart all for the love of thee."



So I hove a bullet onto fair England's shore,



Onto fair England's shore,



Just where I thought my own true love did lay.