The Lass of Aughrim

If you’ll be the lass of Aughrim
As I am taking you mean to be
Tell me the first token
That passed between you and me
Oh don’t you remember
One night on your green hill
When we both sat together
Which I’m sorely now to tell
The rain falls on my heavy locks
And the dew wets my skin
My babe lies cold within my arms
But nothing let me in
My babe lies cold within my arms
But nothing let me in