Another variation, from Connie Dover's wonderful rendition of the song:

Oh who is without
That in anger they should
Keep beating my bolted door
I am Ned of the hill
Long weary and chilled
From long trudging
Over marsh and moor

My love fond and true
What else could I do
But shield you from wind and from weather
When the shot falls like hail
They us both shall assail
And mayhap we will die together

Through frost and through snow
Tired and hunted I go
In fear of both friend and of neighbour
My horses run wild
My acres untilled
And all of it lost to my labour

What grieves me far more
Than the loss of my store
Is there's noone would shield me from danger
So my fate it must be
To bid farewell to thee
And to languish amid strangers