My love is but a shepherd lad,
A shepherdess am I,
From morn till eve we tend our flocks
Beneath the bright blue sky.

He's going to take me to the church,
Some fine day in spring;
The hedges will be white with may,
The village bells will ring.

For he's as good as gold, he is,
Just as good as gold;
For I can see that he loves me,
And that's as good as gold.

The sound will linger in our ears,
Till we are both grown old;
And oh, how happy we shall be,
For he's as good as gold.

For he's as good as gold, he is,
Just as good as gold;
For I can see that he loves me,
And that's as good as gold.

Our cottage will be thatched with straw,
To keep out rain and cold;
And oh, how happy we shall be,
For he's as good as gold.

For he's as good as gold, he is,
Just as good as gold;
For I can see that he loves me,
And that's as good as gold.