Inside my father's close,
(Fly away O my heart away!)
Sweet apple-blossom blows
So sweet.

Three kings' daughters fair,
(Fly away O my heart away!)
They lie below it there
So sweet.

" Ah!" says the eldest one,
(Fly away O my heart away!)
" I think the day's begun
So sweet."

" Ah!" says the second one,
(Fly away O my heart away!)
" Far off I hear the drum
So sweet.

" Ah!" says the youngest one,
(Fly away O my heart away!)
" It's my true love, my own,
So sweet.

" Oh! if he fight and win,"
(Fly away O my heart away!)
" I keep my love for him,
So sweet:
Oh! let him lose or win,
He hath it still complete."