One night upon my rambles,
I met a farmer's daughter
all on the mountains high.
I said, my pretty fair maid,
I'm glad to meet you here,
All on this lonesome mountain,
your beauty shines so clear.
She said, young man, be civil,
For it's to my good opinion
I fear you are some rake.
If my parents, they should come to know
My life they would destroy
For keeping of your company
All on the mountains high
He said, my dear, I am no rake
Brought up in Venus' train
But I'm seeking for concealment
All on the lonesome plain
Your beauty so enticed me
But it's with my gun I'll guard you
All on the mountains high
Now her cherry cheeks and her ruby lips,
They lost their former dye,
And she fainted into his arms,
There all on the mountains high.
Hadn't she come to again,
Pray, tell to me your name.
If perchance you ask for me,
Perhaps you will not me find,
Enquire through rain or dine.
Sun and dark she followed him,
His teeth so bright did shine,
And he led her over the mountain,
