All things are quite silent, each mortal at rest
When me and my true love lay snug in one nest
When a band of bold ruffians broke into our cave
And they forced my dear jewel to plough the salt way

I begged hard for my darling as I would for my life
But they would not heed me although a fond wife
Saying “the king must have soldiers to the wars he must go”
And they’ve left me lamenting in sorrow and woe

Through green fields and meadows we often have walked
And of fond recollections together have talked
Where the lark and the blackbird so sweetly do sing
And the lovely thrushes voices made the valleys to ring

Now although I’m forsaken I won’t be cast down
Who knows but my true love some day might return
And he’ll make me amends for my trouble and strife
And me and my darling might be happy for life

All things are quite silent each mortal at rest