As I Went Out Walking, One Morning In June
To View The Fair Fields, And The Valleys In Bloom;
I Spied A Pretty Fair Maid, She Appeared Like A Queen,
With Her Costly Fine Robes And Her Mantle So Green

Says I, My Pretty Fair Maid, Wont You Come With Me,
We'll Both Join In Wedlock, And Married We'll Be;
I Will Dress You In Fine Linen, You'll Appear Like A Queen,
With Your Costly Fine Robes And Your Mantle So Green.

Says She, Now My Young Man, You Must Be Excused,
For I'll Wed No Man, So You Must Be Refused;
To The Green Woods I Will Wander And Shun All Men's View
For The Boy I Love Dearly Lies In Fame-ed Waterloo.

Well If You're Not Married, Say Your Lover's Name
I Fought In That Battle, So I Might Know The Same.
Draw Near To My Garment, And There You Will See
His Name Is Embroidered On My Mantle So Green.

In The Ribbon Of Her Mantle, There I Did Behold,
His Name And His Surname, In Letters Of Gold
Young William O'Riley, Appeared In My View
He Was My Chief Comrade Back In Fame-ed Waterloo

And As He Lay Dying, I Heard His Last Cry
“If You Were Here Lovely Nancy I'd Be Willing To Die”
And As I Told Her This Story, In Anguish She Flew,
And The More That I Told Her, The Paler She Grew

So I Smiled On My Nancy, 'twas I Broke Your Heart,
In Your Fathers Garden, That Day We Did Part
And This Is The Truth, And The Truth I Declare,
Oh Here's Your Love Token The Gold Ring I Wear.