'Twas over the hills, 'twas over the hills
'Twas over the hills and valleys
Where my true-love was kept from me
Quite out of spite and malice
I went unto her
father's house
Enquiring for my
jewel
They answered me: She's not at home
She's at her uncle's
house keeping
I went unto her uncle's house
Enquiring for my
jewel
They answered me: She is not here
Which proved to my heart so
cruel
This fair
maid hearing of his voice
Put her head out of the
window
She says: My dear youre welcome here
But
locks and
bolts do hinder
He stood a moment all in amaze
All in amaze and humour
Till at length he drew, in a
passion flew
And the
door he broke asunder
Her uncle's
servant being at home
Soon after he did follow
He said: Young man, you must quit this room
Or in your own
blood wallow
He took his true-love all by the hand
And his
sword all in the other
Said he: If you have more right than I
Take one and fight the other
And now this couple in
wedlock joined
They do
adore each other
They oft'times think all on that
day
When the door he broke
asunder
British Isles folksong -- author unknown