Hoyt Axton - Thomas Hall lyrics

So early, so early, so early one mornin' As I was walkin' down the street As those cold drops of rain were fallin' This fair maiden I chanced to meet. Good mornin', good mornin' my pretty little damsel Do you think that you could fancy me? Oh no, my fancy's on a brisk young farmer Who has lately crossed the sea. Oh, describe him, oh, describe him Pray describe him unto me Perhaps, some time, Lord, I might have seen him Since I've lately crossed the sea. Oh, he was tall and fair and handsome He was honest, brave and kind He had black hair, an' he wore it shingled Oh , those pretty blue eyes were mine. Yes, I saw him and I knew him And his name was Thomas Hall I saw a French cannon ball shot through him Oh, the d**h that he did fall. Surely, surely you're mistaken Surely, surely, you are he Just to convince you of this matter There's the ring that I gave thee