Inside my father’s close,
(Fly away O my heart away!)
Sweet apple-blossom blows
So sweet.
Three kings’ daughters fair,
(Fly away O my heart away!)
They lie below it there
So sweet.
‘Ah!’ says the eldest one,
(Fly away O my heart away!)
‘I think the day’s begun
So sweet.’
‘Ah!’ says the second one,
(Fly away O my heart away!)
‘Far off I hear the drum
So sweet.’
‘Ah!’ says the youngest one,
(Fly away O my heart away!)
‘It’s my true love, my own,
So sweet.’
‘Oh! if he fight and win,’
(Fly away O my heart away!)
‘I keep my love for him,
So sweet:
Oh! let him lose or win,
He hath it still complete.’
See Poems. London 1870, pp. 184-185.