These are the lyrics I could write down.I've put the brackets when I'm not sure of the words. There can be more mistakes I'm not aware of, English being not my mother language. Can you please help me correct and complete this text? Thank you. Roberto

Well, an outlandish knight from the northern lands came
He came wooing of me
He told me he'd take me up to the north lands
There he would marry me

Go fetch me some of your father's gold
Some of your mother's fee
And two of the best of your father's horses
(There stands) thirty and three

She's fetched him some of her father's gold
Some of her mother's fee
And two of the best of her father's horses
There stands thirty and three

Then she's mounted on her milk-white steed
He's rode the dapple grey
They rode till they came to the broad riverside
Three hours before it was day

Light down, light down my pretty fair maid
Light down, light down, cried he
Six pretty maidens I've drowned here
And the seventh one you shall be

Pull off, pull off your silken gown
Deliver it over to me
For it is too fine and much too fair
To rotten (in) salt water sea

Go get me a sickle to crop off the thistle
That grows beneath the brim
It will not mingle with my curly locks
Or (…) skin

He's got the sickle to crop off the thistle
That grows beneath the brim
She's caught him round by the middle so small
Tumbled him into the stream

Sometimes he sank, sometimes he swam
Down to the bank came he
Oh help me, oh help me, my pretty fair maid
Or drowned I shall be

Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man
Lie there instead of me
Six pretty maidens you've drowned there
And the seventh one has drowned thee

She's mounted on her milk-white steed
And led the dapple grey
She rode till she came to her father's door
An hour before it was day

But the parrot was up in his window so high
On hearing the lady, he did say
I was afraid that a ruffian had done you harm
You've tarried so long before day

Don't prittle, don't prattle, my pretty Polly
Don't tell no tales of me
Your cage shall be made of the glistening gold
And your perch of the best ivory

But her father was up in the bedroom so high
Hearing the parrot, did say
What is the matter, my pretty Polly
You've cried so long before day?

Oh, there came an old cat in my window high
To take my life away
And I was just calling my young mistress
To scare that old pussy away