As I went out one May morning
One May morning betime
I met a maid, from home had strayed
Just as the sun did shine
‘What makes you rise so soon, my dear
Your journey to pursue?
Your pretty little feet, they tread so sweet,
Strike off the morning dew’
‘I’m going to feed my father’s flocks
His young & tender lambs,
That over hills and over dales
Lie waiting for their dams’
‘O stay, o stay, you handsome maid
And rest you here a while
For there is none, save you alone,
That I do love so dear’
‘Now gloriously the sun do shine
And pleasant is the air
I’d rather rest on a true love’s breast
Than any other where’
‘For I am thine and thou art mine
No man shall uncomfort thee
We’ll join our hands in wedded bands
And married we will be’
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