The moon shines bright and the stars give light
As this fair miss is waiting alone.
There is something in the way, causing him to stay
As this fair miss she wearies alone, lone lone
As this fair miss she wearies alone.
Her old true love comes at last, he comes very fast,
Comes trippling through the plain.
This fair miss she arose and drew on her clothes
For to let her old true lover in, in, in
For to let her old true lover in.
My pretty little chicken, my pretty crowing chicken,
Say don’t you crow before day
And your wings I will make of the yellow beaten gold
And your comb of the silver so gay, gay, gay
And your comb of the silver so gay.
But this chicken proved false hearted;
He crowed an hour too soon.
Her old true love went away before it had come day
And he traveled by the light of the moon, moon, moon
He traveled by the light of the moon.
She saddled up her milk white horse,
Also the dapple grey.
She rode through the dark wilderness
The length of a long summer’s day, day, day
The length of a long summer’s day.
My own true love, my sweet turtle dove,
Say when will I see you again?
When the sun and the moon enters in yonders plain
And the sky, it shall shed no more rain, rain, rain.
And the sky it shall shed no more rain.