- There was a shepherd's daughter Who kept sheep on yon hill; There came a young man riding by, Who swore he'd have his will. Fol lol lay Fol lol di diddle lol di day
- He took her by the lilly-white hand And by her silken sleeve,
- Or tell to me your name.
- 'Oh, some they call me Jack, sweetheart, And some they call me Will, But when I ride the king's high-gate My name is sweet William.'
- But name,