Oh, as I walked out one midsummer morning
For to view the fields and the flowers so gay
It was there on the banks of the sweet primroses
That I beheld a most pleasant maid
It was there on the banks of the sweet primroses
That I beheld a most pleasant maid
I says, "Fair maid, what makes you wander?
What is the cause of all your grief?
I will make you as happy as any lady
If you will grant me one small relief."
I will make you as happy as any lady
If you will grant me one small relief
"Stand up, young man, and don't be so deceitful
For it's you are the cause of all my pain
It is you that has caused my poor heart to wander
And to find me comfort it's all in vain
It is you that has caused my poor heart to wander
And to find me comfort it's all in vain
"I will go down to some lonely valley
Where no man on Earth there shall me find
Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices
And every moment blows blustrous wild."
Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices
And every moment blows blustrous wild