Over the hills I went one day
A lovely maid I spied
With her coal black hair and her mantle so green
An image to perceive
Says I, Dear girl, will you be my bride
And she lifted her eyes of blue
She smiled and said, Young man I'm to wed
I'm to meet him in the foggy dew
Over the hills I went one morn
A singing I did go
Met this lovely maid with her coal black hair
And she answered soft and low
Said she, Young man, I'll be your bride
If I know that you'll be true
Oh, in my arms, all her charms were cast
Were cast in the foggy dew