On Richmond hill there lives a lass,
More bright than May-day Morn,
All other maidens she'd surpass -
A rose without a thorn;
This lass so sweet, with smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good-will,
I'll crowns resign to call her mine -
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
I'll crowns resign to call her mine -
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air,
And wander through the grove,
O whisper to my charming fair,
I die for her, my love:
How happily will the shepherd be,
Who calls this nymph his own!
O may her choice be fixed on me!
Mine's fixed on her alone.
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
I'll crowns resign to call her mine -
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
This is traditional folk song collected in Wiltshire by Wiltshire poet Alfred Williams.