Solvay, Solvay, all on a day
She dressed herself in man’s array
With a sword and pistol down by her side
To meet her true love, to meet her true love
Away she’d ride

She met her true love all on the plain
She stepped up to him and bid him stand
“Stand and deliver unto me,” she said
“Or if you do not, if you do not
I’ll shoot you dead.”

He gave her all his golden store
But still she craved for one thing more
“A diamond ring, sir, I saw you wear
Make haste and give it, make haste and give it
And your life I’ll spare.”

“From my diamond ring I shall not part
For it’s a token of my sweetheart
Shoot and be damned, you rogue,” said he
“And you’ll be hangèd, you’ll be hangèd
For murdering me.”

Next morning in her garden green
Young Solvay and her true love were seen
He spied his chain hanging from her clothes
Which made him blush then, which made him blush then
Like any rose

“Why do you blush, you silly young thing?
I thought to have that diamond ring
‘Twas I who robbed you all on that plain
So here’s your gold, love, here’s your gold
And your silver chain

I only did it for to know
If you would be a true love or no
If you’d given me that ring,” she said
“I’d have pulled the trigger, pulled the trigger
And shot you dead.”