There was a lord, lived in this town 
Who had a handsome, lovely daughter. 
She was courted by a fair young man 
Who was a servant to her father. 
But when her parents they came to know 
They swore theyd send him from the island. 
The maid she knew her heart would break 
Had she to part with young 
Matt Hyland. 
Then straightway unto her love she goes, 
Into his room him to awaken. 
Saying, arise my love, and go away, 
This very night you will be taken. 
I overheard my parents say 
In spite of me he will transport you. 
So arise, my love, and go away, 
I wish to 
God Id gone before you. 
Oh must I go, to her he said, 
Oh must I go without my wages. 
Without one penny allin my purse 
Just like some poor, forlorn stranger 
Heres fifty guineas all in bright gold 
And thats far more than father owes you. 
So take it now and go away, 
I wish to 
God Id gone before you. 
They both sat down upon the bed 
Just for the side of one half hour, 
Not a word did either speak, 
But down their cheeks the tears did shower. 
She rests her head upon his breast 
And round his neck her arms entwined. 
Not duke nor lord, nor earl 
Ill wed Ill wait for thee my own 
Matt Hyland. 
Ill wait for thee my own 
Matt Hyland. 
Ill wait for thee my own 
Matt Hyland.