As I went out one May morning,|
One May morning betim,
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 flock,
His young and tender lambs,
That over hills and over dales
Lie waiting for their dams.
O stay! O stay! you handsome maid,|
And rest a moment here,
For there is none but you alone
That I do love so dear.
How gloriously the sun doth shine,
How 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 rnine;
No man shall uncomfort thee.
We'll join our hands in wedded bands
And a-married we will be.
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