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, wish it were me, and my lady of catrine, 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