Bow Down

Burl Ives

There lived an old lord by the northern sea
Bow down, bow down
There lived an old lord by the northern sea
The boughs they bent to me
There lived an old lord by the northern sea
He had daughters one, two, three
That will be true, true to my love
Love and my love will be true to me

That will be true, true to my love
Love and my love will be true to me
That will be true, true to my love
Love and my love will be true to me
That will be true, true to my love
Love and my love will be true to me

A young man came a-courting there
Bow down, bow down
A young man came a-courting there
The boughs they bent to me
A young man came a-courting there
He's natural choice was the youngest there
That will be true, true to my love
Love and my love will be true to me

O sister, dear, please lend me your hand
Bow down, bow down
O sister, dear, please lend me your hand
The boughs they bent to me
O sister, dear, please lend me your hand
And I will give you my farm and land
That will be true, true to my love
Love and my love will be true to me

I'll give thee neither hand nor glove
Bow down, bow down
I'll give thee neither hand nor glove
The boughs they bent to me
I'll give thee neither hand nor glove
But I will have thy own true love
That will be true, true to my love
Love and my love will be true to me

That will be true, true to my love
Love and my love will be true to me