Come, o comeCome away, heatherWho is the boyThat you keep by your arm?That drags a catAround by a tetherWho is the boyThat you keep by your arm?I must sayHe looks not familiarIs he a strangerFrom some other town?The townfolks sayHe looks quite peculiarThey’ve never seenHis kind come ’roundTell me, o tell meWill he be your husband?Will you, o will youWill you be his bride?Will you stay in the house& provide him with children?Are you sureHe will not leave your side?When tears fill your eyesWhom shall you run to?You can runTo the house on the hillIn this houseYou will find me standingBy a windowWaiting for you