A fair young maid all in her garden, A strange young man comes pa**ing by Saying fair maid, will you marry me And this answer was her reply No kind sir, I cannot marry thee For I've a love who sails all on the sea He's been gone for seven years But still no man shall marry me Well what if he's in some battle slain Or drownded (sic) in the deep salt sea Or if he's found another love And he and his new love both married be? And if he's found another love And he and his love both married be I wish them health and happiness Where they now dwell across the sea He picked her up all in his arms And kisses gave her one two and three Weep no more my own true love I am your long lost John Riley. Weep no more my own true love I am your long lost John Riley.