Lady of Catrine

Oh, the geese fly and the peewit sing
As I ride on my horse, on the first day of spring
And the river flows o’er the grass so green
As I fly to my Lady of Catrine
And in my mind, the church bell rings
Could it be just for me on the first day of spring?
Some wedding scene, upon a village green
Wish it were me and my Lady of Catrine
Well, the wind is fresh and my eyes are bright
As I see my Lady’s castle come into sight
And I’ll bow to her, like a King to Queen
Then I’ll kiss my sweet Lady of Catrine