The False Knight Upon the Road Pete Seeger

There was a youth, and a well bred youth
He being a squire's son
And he did court an innkeeper's daughter
Belonging to North Cumberland

Go get me some of your father's gold
Part of your mother's fee
And we will away to some foreign country
And married we will be

She went down to her father's stable
There stood horses, thirty-three
And she picked out a milk-white steed
And he, the fast travelling grey

She mounted on the milk-white steed
He on the fast travelling grey
And they rode until they came to a riverside
Three hours before it was day

Alight, alight, my pretty fair maid
Alight, alight, cried he
It's six pretty maidens have I drowned-ed here
And you the seventh shall be

Take off, take off, that silken gown
And hand it over to me
For I do think your clothing is too good
For to rot in the salt, salt sea