As I was going to the fair,
I met a maid with golden hair.
The sweetest smile on rosebud lips;
The bluest eyes to sail the ships.
Where did she come from?
Where did she go?
I’ve often wondered ..
But I’ll never know.
With a heigh-nonny-nonny-nonny-nonny-nonny-no
With a heigh-nonny-nonny-nonny-no!