Oh, the colour of amber is my true love's hair And his two blue eyes enticed me And his ruby lips, so soft and so fine Many's the time they've been pressed to mine Oh, I will go fishing to yonder's brook Where I'll catch my love with a line and a hook And if he loves me like I love him No man on earth shall part us two Oh, I wish, oh, I wish, but it's all in vain Oh, I wish I was a maiden again But a maiden again I never shall be 'Til apples grow on a orange tree Oh, the colour of amber is my true love's hair And his two blue eyes enticed me And his ruby lips, so soft and so fine Many's the time they've been pressed to mine