At the Foot of Yonders Mountain

At the foot of Yonders Mountain
A little bird sings
At the foot of Yonders Mountain
There dwells a fair king
He's handsome, he's charming
And his ways, they are fair
I ask no sweeter pastime
Than to be with my dear

I wish I was a clerk
And could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
From some far off land
I'd send it on the water
Just for, to let him know
I think of bonny James
Wherever I go

I wish I was a bird
And with swift wings could fly
It's to my love's window
This night I'd draw nigh
I'd sit in his window
All night long and cry
That for love of bonny James
I gladly would die