Are you thinking of a version of Bonny Blue-Eyed Nancy?


How could I live on the top of a mountain
With no money in my pocket and no gold for the counting
For I would let the money go, all for to please her fancy
And I would marry no one but my own dear blue eyed Nancy

She's my bonny blue eyed lassie with an air so sweet and tender
Her walk like swans on water and her waist so small and slender
Her golden hair in ringlets fell all o'er her snow white shoulder
And I'll ask her for to marry me and no-one could be bolder

Now there's some people tell me that she's very low in station
And there's more people say she'll be the cause of my ruination
But let them all say what they will, to her I will prove constant still
Till the day that I die she'll be my own lovely lady

How lightly skims the swallow o'er the dark waters of Eochaill
And blithely sings the nightingale so happy to behold her
The winds may blow, the moorcocks crow, the moon shine out so clearly-o
Ah but deeper by far is my love for my own lady

Now there's some people tell me that she's very low in station
And there's more people say she'll be the cause of my ruination
But let them all say what they will, to her I will prove constant still
Till the day that I die she'll be my own lovely lady