I am a queen's daughter I come from Capakin
In search of Lord Gregory, Pray God I find him
The rain beats on my yellow head, the dew wets my skin
My wee babe's cold in my arms; Lord Gregory, Let me in
Lord Gregory, he is not here, I swear can't be seen
He's gone to bonny Scotland for to bring home a fair queen
So leave now these portals and likewise this hall
For it's deep in the sea you should find you downfall
Oh don't you remember, Love, that night in Capakin
When we exchanged rings, Love, and I against my will
Yours was pure silver and mine was but tin
Yours cost a guinea and mine but a pin
My curse on you, Mother, my curse being sore
I dreamed that my true love come a knocking at the door
Lie down now, my foolish son, lie down and sleep
Twas only a servant girl lies drowned in the deep
Go saddle my black horse, the brown or the bay
Go saddle the fastest horse in my stable this day
I'll ride over mountains and valleys so wide
I'll find the girl that I love and ride by her side

Child #76 From the singing of Joan Baez
@ballad @love
recorded by Deller Consort and by Judy Collins
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