Ya Benaye

O lady doth say to me

Why art thou eyes tearful?

I did not elope

And I have no other love

O lad O lad thy love

Is etched within my heart

Each night I wait at they doorstep

O lady say to me

How I may silent my heart

Will god make thee see my plight

O lad O lad whose curls are thick

Who shall give you a green scruff to cover thy brow