Seven locks upon a red gate Seven gates about the red town In the town there is a butcher... And his name is handsome John Brown (In the town there is a butcher and his name is handsome John Brown) John Browns’ spurs, they jingle and ring John Browns’ boots are polished so fine On his coat a single flower... In his hand a glass of red wine (On his coat a single flower in his hand a glass of red wine) In the night, the silver spurs ring In the dark, the polished boots shine Don’t come tapping at my window... If your heart no longer is mine (Don’t come tapping at my window if your heart no longer is mine)