In Bristol town one bright day a stranger he came ridingnNo work he sought but a fair-haired maid to stay the night beside himnnHis clothes they hung upon his frame, the face he wore was solemnnAnd on his lips the strangest words seemed so meek and commonnnRock dove fly east toward your prey across the clouds of heavennHis tracks run down from Bristol town to the Iron MountainsnnRock dove go rouse a fair-haired girl, in the Iron Hills she's lyingnCold moonlight upon her breast, a white sheet round her windingnnOh Ellen Moore, your mother's pride, its' shame tonight you've brought hernFor by you sleeps a stranger, at your feet another's daughternnWake up, wake up, the chill wind cries, the mare shies in the stablenGone the young man from your bed, the child from her crdadlennShe ran out in the midnight field as fast her heart bled hollownHer fists rained down on the moveless earth, her cries the dark did swallownnRock dove fly west toward town, the church bells they are tollingnFor on this night the Prince of Death a harlot's heart has stolennnIn Bristol town one bright day a stranger he came ridingnNo work he sought but a fair-haired maid to stay the night beside him