I dreamt a dream the other night All in my arms, I had her But when I awoke it was a joke I was forced to lie without her
Her yellow hair like streams of gold Was lyin' on the pillow She's the prettiest thing I love her so well They call her the Rainbow Willow
So I followed her home to her uncle's hearth Inquiring of such a fair one And they answered, "Sir, well, there's no such here And why do you, why do you inquire about her?
But when she heard her true love's voice She hastened to the window Saying "I freely would come now to you love But the locks and the bolts do hinder. "
As I stood there all in amaze All in these pains and humors My patience blew, my sword I drew And quickly I fled to her
The blood was spilled from every side From her father and his brother So come all young ones who love like me Take one and fight the other