I know a mountain valley,
I know a mountain valley,
And shepherds' huts above,
And there live three fair sisters,
And there live three fair sisters,
And all the three in love.

Cecilia will go rowing,
The fairest of them all;
Poor child, she is for knowing
What fortune may befall!

“O fisher lad, so brave and fine,
Come here and fish for me;
Come and fish out this ring of mine
That is fallen in the sea!”

With a voice like to a chiming bell,
The fisher made reply:
“Oh, I can find the ring right well,
But what reward have I?”

“I am only a little maid and poor,
What should I give to thee?”
“One love-look from those eyes, be sure,
Is pay enough for me.”