Young Edward did a-hawking go
Beneath the linden tree
And his heart it was sae full of woe
For the love of a fair lady, for the love of a fair lady
He tied his ring in a silken thread
And cast his hawk to flight
"O give my love this pledge of troth
Before the day grows bright, before the day grows bright"
Fair Elinor in her chamber wept
Within her canopied bed
For on the morrow another lord
Her father would have her wed, her father would have her wed
Then into the room with a rush of wings
And a cry both piercing and keen
Came a goshawk bearing a golden ring
Bound up in silk of green, bound up in silk of green
"I give thee thanks, gentle hawk, to know
That my love is pledged to me
O would that I could a bird become
And fly away with thee, and fly away with thee"
A glimm'ring light from the ring did shine
And the tapestries gleamed above
And there where a maiden once had stood
'Twas now a morning dove,'twas now a morning dove
Young Edward did a-hunting go
And he let his arrow soar
He shot a dove, but at his feet
There lay the Fair Elinor, there lay the Fair Elinor
On her head a circlet of woven gems
And a veil of silvery sheen
On her hand there was a golden ring
Bound up in silk of green, bound up in silk of green
"O what ill chance hath befallen here
With the rising of the sun
For I have slain what I most have loved
By mine own hand it was done, by mine own hand it was done
Young Edward's heart it broke in twa
He died upon that eve
They buried were in a single grave
And many did come to grieve, and many did come to grieve
Yet since that day, every early morn
A hawk in flight doth soar
And by its side is a morning dove
'Tis Edward and his Elinor, 'tis Edward and Fair Elinor