Would he come sailing on a dark boat
Would he come to his new love's home
Would he come quietly, gliding into shore
Would he come to his new love's home
Would he come with bed linen made from silk
Would he come to his new love's home
Would he come quietly, gliding into shore
Would he come to his new love's home
It was bad to be with babbling old women
When they didn't exactly know
Even then it was bad to be there
When they didn't exactly know
What would happen, those hags where wailing
What would happen, aijaijaijaijaija
Would the smith's son come bearing gold
Would he come to his new love's home
Would he come sailing on a dark boat
Would he come to his new love's home
It was bad to be with babbling old women
When they didn't exactly know
Even then it was bad to be there
When they didn't exactly know
What would happen, those hags where wailing
What would happen, aijaijaijaijaija