It was down in the green valley in the pleasant month of June

All the birds were sweetly singing all of nature was in tune

It was there I found my Johnny he's a man I dared adore

For he was my only fancy I could love no more

Saying Oh my dearest Johnny please be kind and marry me

I have no stores of riches but I've stores of love for thee

And there's richer girls than I but none will ever love you more

And if I had gold like mountains it would be forever yours

For to have you in my life it would mean the world to me

Though I am not the richest girl I can dance and sing

I am for a rich young one and I'll have you to be gone

For your riches will not last me and your love will soon cool down

Saying Oh my dearest Johnny please be kind and marry me

I have no stores of riches but I've stores of love for thee

And there's richer girls than I but none will ever love you more

And if I had gold like mountains it would be forever yours

Oh must I go in sorrow Must I lament for thee

Who does not grieve or think of me My woe is plain to see

That I am broken-hearted I wear no willow green

Oh must I go in sorrow while you never think of me

When seven months had passed he inclined to change his mind

And he wrote to me a letter thinking that I would proclaim

Saying You're my own true love and I hope you will forgive

And grant to me the favor of my heart and hand receive

Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me

Never slight your own true love while she is kind and free

I said Oh my dearest Johnny it's for you I do not grieve

For there's other men more suited and I'll take care of your need

For your riches will not last and beauty will decay