It's of a lady in the Isle of Cloy,
She fell in love with her serving boy.
Soon as her parents came to hear,
They separated her from her dear.

So to disgrace her whole family,
They sent this young man across the sea
On board the Tiger, a man o'war,
To act his part like some gallant tar.

This young man hadn't long been upon the main
Before a cruel fight began.
It was his sad luck to fall --
He got struck dead by a cannon ball.

The very same night this young man was slain,
Close to her father's bedside she came.
With heavy sighs and bitter groans,
Close to her father's bed she stole.

As she stood weeping, scarce could refrain,
The tears rolled down from her eyes like rain.
All weeping sore for her own true love,
She hanged herself from the beam above.

The squire's servants they stood around --
They viewed this lady and cut her down;
And in her bosom a note unsealed:
A girl of sorrow it revealed.

"My father is one of the best of men,
But he's drove me to this disgraceful end.
And of this vain world pray a warning take:
I died a maid for my true love's sake."