All things are quite silent, each mortal at rest When me and my true love lay snug in one nest And a set of bold ruffians broke into our cave And they forced my dear jewel to plough the salt wave I begged hard for my darling as I would for my life But they would not hear me although a fond wife Saying, "The king must have sailors, to the wars he must go" And they left me lamenting in sorrow and woe Through woods and green meadows we ofttimes have walked And the fond recollections together have talked Where the lark and the blackbird so sweetly did sing And the lovely thrushes' voices made the valleys to ring Now although I'm forsaken, I won't be cast down Who knows but my true love some day may return And will make me amends for my trouble and strife And me and my true love will be happy for life