Come all ye young men of rambling fancy
Come listen to my sad mournful song
I suffered more than it was my duty
Oh I suffered more than a mortal man
For a widow's daughter and her name was
Nancy
And she could dress in her silks so fine
I own for her I had the greatest fancy
That ever I had for a female kind
Until she learned from those scornful maidens
To slight her true love as others do
And the more I lost lovely Nancy's favor
The more I lost her fond parents too
As I was passing by her bedroom window
I preffered her with a wedding ring
But she laughed at me and refused my offer
Saying I never thought on so mean a thing
Begone you proud and you prattling fellow
You begone she said and don't trouble
me
For you may go home and wear that green
willow
For its my fond true love you ne'er will
be
I went straight way then to her old mother
And its my sad case unto her made known
But she served me worse than her cruel
daughter
For she laughed at me and bid me go home
It is now she's married to the Duke of
Derry
A flashing blade who lives in this town
But I am told that he disregards her
Her lofty courage he will soon pull down
As I was passing by her parlour window
T'was to her servants I heard her say
It is now my husband he disregards me
And he follows bad works by night and
day
As I was driving through the streets of
Derry
I met this fair one along the way
And this poor girl in a low condition
And I myself in a striving way
She wrung her hands and she fell a weeping
And t'was these few words unto me did
say
Once I had your fond heart a keeping
But now I find its the other way
Oh Nancy Nancy don't you remember
All the vows and promises you made to
me
Now you may go home and wear that green
willow
For its my fond true love you ne'er will
be
Come all ye young men that are going courting
Don't ever throw your first love away
For its many a dark and a cloudy morning
Turns out to be a bright sunny day