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In the village of Kildore, there's a maiden young and fairHer eyes they shone like diamonds, she had long and golden hairWhen the countryman came riding, he came to her father's gateMounted on a milkwhite stallion, he came at the stroke of eightStep it out Mary, my fine daughterStep it out Mary, if you canStep it out Mary, my fine daughterShow your legs to the country manI've come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hairI have wealth and I have money, I have goods beyond compareI will buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her handI will build for her a mansion, she'll have servants to commandBut kind sir I love a soldier, and I've pledged to him my handI don't want your goods and money, I don't want your house nor landMary's father spoke up sharply: you'll do as you are toldYou'll be married on the Sunday, you'll wear the ring of goldIn the village of Kildore, there's a deep stream running wildThey found Mary there at midnight, she drowned with her soldier boyIn the cottage there is music, you can hear her father sayStep it out Mary, my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day Aus Songtexte Mania