Lady of Catrine

Oh the geese fly and the peewhit sing
As I ride on my horse, on the first day of spring
And the river flows o'er the grass so green
As I fly to my lady, of catrine

And in my mind, the church bell rings
Could it be, just for me, on the first day of spring?
Some wedding scene, upon a village green

Well the wind is fresh and my eyes are bright
As I see my lady's castle come into sight
And I'll bow to her, like a king to queen
Then I'll kiss my sweet lady, of catrine