My lover is a farmer lad 
Who comes to me at twilight.
Meanwhile my other suitors
Woo me in the daylight.
A butcher?s boy, a cavalier
And one of his Majesty?s most magnificent dragoons.

But my lover is a farmer lad
Who comes to me at twilight.
Meanwhile my other suitors 
Woo me while it is yet daylight.
The keeper of a public house, 
A commissionaire
And one of his Majesty?s most magnificent dragoons.

My farmer lad loves his farming 
And he loves the rising moon,
And he cunningly watches my garden gate
For that pompous, proud dragoon.
Oh my lover has neither city clothes
Nor a comb for his tousled hair,
But his handsome hands are strange and brown
And his manner is debonaire.

My lover is a farmer lad
Who comes to me at twilight.
Meanwhile my other suitors 
Woo me while it is daylight.
A butcher?s boy, a cavalier,
And one of his Majesty?s most magnificent dragoons.
But my lover is a farmer 
Who comes to me at twilight.