The prince's little daughter wanted to marry
On the banks of the Loire will you marry, pretty maid
On the banks of the water, of the Loire, pretty sailor

She saw a boat coming and in it forty gentlemen.
The youngest of the forty began singing her a song.
That song you sing, I would like to learn.
If you come into my boat, pretty one, I'll teach you it.
The fair one paced up and down listening to the song.
As she finished her pacing she began to weep.
Why weep so, my love, when I sing you a song.
My heart is full of years because you have won it.

Let not your heart weep, pretty one, I shall give it back.
It is not so easy to give it back as money that is lent.