| lyric | 1. As I went out one May morning,
one May morning betime,
I met a maid, from home had stray’d,
just as the sun did shine.
2. What makes you rise so soon,
my dear, your journey tu jour sue?
Your pretty little feet
strike off the morning dew.
3. I’m going to feed ma father’s flock,
his young and tender lambs
that over hills and over dales
lie waiting for their dams.
4. O stay you hand some maid
and rest a moment here,
for there are you alone,
that I do love so dear.
5. For I am thine and thou art mine,
no man schall uncomfort thee,
we’ll join our hands in wedded bands
and married we will be. |