O madam, I have gold and silver,
O madam, I have both house and land,
O madam, I have this world of treasure
And you may use them at your command.

Oh, what care I for your gold and silver?
Oh, what care I for your house and land?
Oh, what care I for your world of treasure
When all I want is a handsome man?

O madam, don't place your love on beauty,
For beauty is a thing that will decay;
Just like a rose, pulled soon in the morning,
That before noon will fade away.

Oh, my true love's gone over the ocean;
Oh, seven long years he's been gone from me.
But seven more I'll wait for him,
If his dear face I shall ever see.

The ripest fruit soonest is rotten;
The hardest love soonest is cold.
That young man's love is soon forgotten,
So, my dear miss, don't speak so bold!

That look, that voice were so familiar,
Her lovely face turned pale as clay;
She spied the ring upon his finger -
And on the ground she swooned away.