On yonder hill there stands a creature; Who she is I do not know. I'll go and court her for her beauty, She must answer "Yes" or "No."
Oh no, John! No, John! No, John! No!
On her bosom are bunches of posies, On her breast where flowers grow; If I should chance to touch that posy, She must answer "Yes" or "No."
Oh no, John! No, John! No, John! No!
Madam, I am come for to court you, If your favor I can gain, If you will but entertain me, Perhaps then I might come again.
Oh no, John! No, John! No, John! No!
My husband was a Spanish captain, Went to sea a month ago; The very last time we kissed and parted, Bid me always answer no.
Oh no, John! No, John! No, John! No!
Madam, in your face is beauty, In your bosom flowers grow; In your bedroom there is pleasure, Shall I view it, yes or no?
Oh no, John! No, John! No, John! No!
Madam shall I tie your garter, Tie it a little above your knee; If my hand should slip a little farther, Would you think it amiss of me?
Oh no, John! No, John! No, John! No!
My love and I went to bed together, There we lay till cocks did crow; Unclose your arms my dearest jewel, Unclose your arms and let me go.
Oh no, John! No, John! No, John! No!