Oh, the geese fly and the peewit 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