There was a lord lived in this land,
Who had a fair and lovely daughter.
She was courted by a fine young man,
Who was a servant to her father.
But when her parents came to know,
they swore they'd drive
him from the island.
But this maid she knew
that her heart would break
if she should part from young Matilda.
Straightway unto his room she goes,
Into his room into awakening.
Say now, rise and go,
my own true love,
This very night you will be taken.
I overheard my father say,
In spite of me he would transport you.
So arise and go, my old true love,
I wish to God I'd come before you.
Oh, must I go, he said to her,
Oh, must I go without my wages,
Without a penny in my purse?
Just like some poor,
forlorn stranger
Here's fifty gin, is it bright gold?
And that's far more than father owes you
So I rise and go, my own to buy
I wish to God I'd come before you
They both sat down upon the bed,
just side by side for one half hour.
And not a word did either say,
but down their cheeks the
tears did shower.
She's laid ahead, all on his breast,
As round her waist his arms entwine her.
No, Lord, Orel, Oduk, I'll wait,
I'll wait for you,
my young Matilda.
The Lord discussed with
his daughter, dear,
One night alone in her bedchamber,
Saying, I'll give you leave
to bring him back,
Since there are none new
-style above him.
She wrote a letter then in haste
For him her heart was still entwined
And she's brought him by
to the church they went
And she's made a lord
of young Matilda you