Oh the Geese fly and the Peewhit sing As I ride on my Horse, on the first day of Spring And the river flows o'er the grass so green, As I fly to my Lady, of Catrine And in my mind, the Church bell rings, Could it be, just for me, on the first day of Spring? Some wedding scene, upon a village green, Wish it were me, and my Lady of Catrine Well the wind is fresh and my eyes are bright, As I see my Lady's castle come into sight, And I'll bow to her, like a King to Queen, Then I'll kiss my sweet Lady, of Catrine