If you'll be the lass of Aughrim As I'll take you to be Tell me that first token If you'll be the lass of Aughrim As I'll take you to be Tell me that first token That passed between you and me Oh don't you remember That night on yon lean hill When we both met together I am sorry now to tell Oh the rain falls on my yellow locks And the dew soaks my skin; My babe lies cold in my arms; Lord Gregory, let me in Oh the rain falls on my heavy locks And the dew soaks my skin; My babe lies cold in my arms; But none will let me in