She was a village lass, unschooled
Worked for the farmer as a maid.
She heard the pipes one summer’s day,
Coming louder down the valley.
And then he appeared, dressed in green.
He smiled and her heart stopped.
He sang his song and made her weep,
“I have to go now” , he said. “I will return”
“I can promise all my heart’s devotion” she cried.
He did not return, and soon she heard,
He had been forced to fight for the king,
And died for his country.
“But his tune is heard on a distant hill.”