A Cornish young man he dreamed a dream The most beautiful girl in the nation No council he'll take but a journey he'd make Into England to seek this fair creature For seven long years he sought her all about Till he came to the place where he met her He opened the door and she stood in before She's just some poor labouring man's daughter Oh, I never saw you but once in my life And that was a dream, love, lie by me And now that I find you there's tears in my eyes And I hope that you never deny me Oh, what is the matter, young man, she replied That you seem so afraid of denial Although I am poor, I will never be whore So put me not under no trial No whore should you be, no any such thing So take this sweet kiss as a token For love, oh my dear, is a stone in a sling And it's hard to believe when its spoken Oh, take up this ring and a guinea in gold And between us never let it be broken For love, oh my dear, is a stone in a sling And it's hard to believe till its spoken