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A nobleman's fair daughter came down a narrow lane
And met with Captain Wedderburn, the keeper of the game
Now my pretty fair miss if it wasn't for the law,
You and I in a bed might lie roll me over next to the wall
Now, my dear good man, she said, do not be perplexed,
Before that you might bed with me, you must answer questions six.
Six questions you must answer me, and I will ask them all,
And you and I in a bed might lie roll me over next to the wall
What is rounder than a ring, and higher than the trees?
And what is worse than a woman's curse, and what is deeper than the sea?
What bird sings first, which one best, where does the dew first fall?
And you and I in a bed might lie roll me over next to the wall
The earth is rounder than a ring, and Heaven is higher than the trees,
The devil is worse than a woman's curse, and Hell is deeper than the sea
The lark sings first, the thrush sings best, Earth is where the dew falls
And you and I in a bed must lie roll me over next to the wall
He takes her by her lily-white hand and leads her down the hall
And takes her by her slender waist for fear that she might fall
And lays her on a bed of down without a doubt at all
And he and she lie in one bed roll me over next to the wall