Oh, 'twas in the month of April, just at the break of day
As I roved o'er the heather, I saw a lovely maid
I asked: "Where are you roaming?" And she unto me replied
"I'm going to seek my father's sheep, down by the Derwent-side"
I spoke unto this maiden, saying: "I could bear you company
And if you've no objection, come take thee e'er with me"
She said: "You know I would, sir, but my parents how they'd chide
If I were seen with you, young man, down by the Derwent-side"
"Won't you stay with me, my charmer, for you have my heart beguiled?"
And we tripped through the heather, till we came to yonder stile
I embraced my love at parting, then I o'er the hills did ride
And I left her there by her father's gate, down by the Derwent-side
Now the summer it is over, and the harvest-time is here
I have won this damsel, and she calls me her dear
I own she has consented, for to be my loving bride
And we rove out on many's the morn, down by the Derwent-side
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