It's of a farmer's daughter, so beautiful I'm told
Her parents died and left her with 500 pounds in gold
She lived with her uncle, the source of all her woe
As you will hear this maiden did prove his overthrow
Her uncle had a plough-boy, young Mary loved full well
T'was in her uncle's garden that their tales of love did tell
There was a wealthy squire, who oft came her to see
But still Mary loved her plough-boy on the banks of sweet Dundee
Her uncle rose one morning and then went straight away
He knocked on her bedroom and unto her thus did say
Rise up fair maiden, a lady you shall be
For the squire is waiting for you on the banks of sweet Dundee
A fig for all your squires, your lords and dukes likewise
My Williams hand appears to me, like diamonds in my eyes