A simple farmers daughter, so beautiful I'm told
Her parents died and left her with 500 pounds in gold
She lived with her uncle, the source of all her woe
As you will hear, this maiden dear did prove his overthrow
Her uncle had a plowboy whom Mary loved full well
'Twas in her uncle's garden their tales of love did tell
There was a wealthy squire who oft came her to see
But still she loved her plowboy
On the banks of Sweet Dundee
Her uncle rose one morning and then went straightaway
And knocked at her bedroom door,
And to her thus did say
"Arise up, fair maiden, for lady you shall be
For the Squire's waiting for you
On the banks of Sweet Dundee"
"A Fig for all you squires
Your lords and dukes likewise
My William's hands appear to me
Like diamonds in my eyes"