The Lass of Aughrim

If you'll be the lass of Aughrim
As I am taking you to be
Tell me the first token
That passed between you and me

Oh, don't you remember
That night on you lean hill
When we both met together
I am sorry now to tell

Oh, the rain falls on my yellow locks
And the dew it wets my skin;
My babe lies cold within my arms;
Lord Gregory, let me in

Oh, The rain falls on my heavy locks
And the dew it wets my skin;
My babe lies cold within my arms;
But lord, don't let me in