Roll on Silver Moon

This version from a broadside at Bodleian Ballads pub 1813-1832

As I went to my cot, at the close of the day,
About the beginning of June,
By a jessamine shade, I spy'd a fair maid,
And she sadly complain'd to the moon.
Roll on silver moon, guide the traveller's way,
(While the nightingale's song is in tune,)
But never again with my lover I'll stray,
By thy sweet silver light, Bonny Moon.

At the hart on the mountain my lover was brave;
So handsome, so manly, and clever,
so Lind and sincere, and he lov'd me so \ill\ar?
O Edwin, thy equal was never !
But now he is dead, and gone to his death-bed.
Cut down like a rose in full bloom ;
He has fallen asleep, and poor Jane's left to weep,
By thy sweet silver light, Bonny Moon.

His grave I will seek, and 'till morning appears,
I'll weep for my lover so brave;
I'll embrace the cold turf and I'll wash with my tears
The daizies that bloom on his grave.
O never again shall my bosom know joy,
With my Edwin I trust to be soon - 
And lovers shall weep, o'er the spot where we sleep
By thy sweet silver light, Bonny Moon.