DESCRIPTION:
I am a King's daughter come straight from Cappoquin
In search of Lord Gregory may God I'll find him

The rain beats at my yellow locks,
the dew wets me still
The babe is cold in my arms love,
Lord Gregory let me in

Lord Gregory is not here and he henceforth
can't be seen
He's gone to bonny Scotland
to bring home his new queen

Leave now these windows and likewise this hall
For it's deep in the sea you will find your downfall

Do you remember love Gregory
when we sat at the wine
We exchanged rings and aye the best was mine

Yours was the purest gold and mine but false tin
Yours it cost a guinea love but aye 'twas false within

Do you remember love Gregory
that night in Cappoquin
You stole away my maidenhead and sore
against my will

Now open these windows, open and let me in
The rain rains on my good clothing
and the dew stands on my chin

I have built a bonny boat all covered with pearl
At at every needle tack in there hangs a silver bell

But I'll take down that mast of gold
and set up a mast of tree
For it does not suit a forsaken maid to sail so royally

So I'll leave now these windows and likewise this hall
And it's deep in the sea I will find my downfall