There's none to soothe my soul to rest,. There's none my load of grief to share. Or wake to joy this lonely breast,. Or light the gloom of dark despair..
The trees they grow so high and the leaves they do grow green,. And many a cold winter's night my love and I have seen.. Of a cold winter's night, my love, you and I alone have been,.
A flaxen-headed cowboy, as simple as may be,. And next a merry plough boy, I whistled o'er the lea;. But now a saucy footman, I strut in worsted lace,.