Francis James Child - The La** of Aughrim lyrics

If you'll be the la** of Aughrim As I am taking you mean to be Tell me the first token That pa**ed between you and me. REFRAIN The rain falls on my yellow locks And the dew it wets my skin; My babe lies cold within my arms; Lord Gregory let me in. Oh Gregory, don't you remember One night on the hill, When we swapped rings off each other's hands, Sorely against my will? Mine was of the beaten gold Yours was but black tin. Oh if you be the la** of Aughrim, As I suppose you not to be, Come tell me the last token Between you and me. Oh Gregory don't you remember One night on the hill, When we swapped smocks off each other's backs, Sorely against my will? Mine was of the holland fine, Yours was but Scotch cloth. Oh if you be the la** of Aughrim, As I suppose you not to be, Come tell me the last token Between you and me. Oh Gregory, don't you remember, In my father's hall. When you had your will of me? And that was the worst of all.