Feed your will my pretty little maid
Feed your will for a while
I'm going away to the merry green land
More than one thousand miles
More than one thousand miles
I'm leaving in the month of May
Hope you understand
Will you ever prove false to me
When I'm in some foreign land
When I'm in some foreign land
I will never prove false to you
And I will never lie
It'd hard my love for the coming months
Take a long time to go by
They'll take a long time to go by
The night is as black as cold
And my heart is blue
If I ever prove false to you
I will bid this world adieu
I will bid this world adieu
I shouldn't really tell this story
I just can't deny
That the woman standing before me
Can make any man go wild
Can make any man go wild
My story is over
I just couldn't be true
So I'll make my stand on top of the hill
And I will bid this world adieu
I will bid this world adieu