Twas over the hills, it was over the hills,
Twas over the hills and the valleys,
Where my true love was kept from me
Quite out of spite and malice.
I went down to her father's house
Enquiring for my j**el.
They answered me, "She is not at home,
She is at her uncle's housekeeping."
So I went down to her uncle's house
Enquiring for my j**el.
They answered me, "She is not here,"
Which proved to my heart so cruel.
This fair maid hearing of his voice
Put her head out of the window,
She says, "My dear, you're welcome here
But locks and bolts do hinder."
He stood a moment all in amaze,
All in amaze and wonder,
Till straight he drew in a pa**ion flew,
And the door he broke asunder.
Her uncle's servant, he being at home,
Soon after him did follow.
He said, "Young man, you must quit this room
Or in your own blood wallow."
He took his true love all by her hand
And his sword all in the other,
He said, "If you have more right than I,
Take one and fight the other."
So now this couple are in wedlock joined,
They do adore each other.
They oft time think all of that day
When the door he broke asunder.