KATE OF COLEBROOK DALE
(trad arr.Raven)

When gentle love first fired my breast
I rode from far to fair
No shepherds swain was ere so blessed
Or so unknown to care

For heath or hills I traversed wide
And sought each verdant vale
But the lass of all my pride
Was Kate of Coalbrook Dale

How happy sure were then my days
Such tranquil joys I knew
Where ere I went I spoke her praise
And found her just and true

And oft in yonder shady grove
I told my heart and tale
And whispered themes of softest love
To Kate of Colebrook Dale

But,ah how fleeting was my joy
For I've no wealth in store
Her parents thought our love amiss
We vowed to meet no more.

From the above album
One or two of the words may need "tweaking"