Now as I walked out on a midsummer's morning
For to view the fields and to take the air.
Down by the banks of the sweet primroses,
There I beheld a most lovely fair.
Three short steps I took up to her,
Not knowing her as she pa**ed me by.
I stepped up to her thinking to view her,
She appeared to me like some virtuous bride.
Oh I said, "Fair maid, where can you be going?
And what's the occasion of all your grief?
I'll make you as happy as any lady
If you will grant to me one small relief."
"Stand off, stand off, you're a false deceiver,
You are a false deceitful man, 'tis very plain.
'Tis you that has caused my poor heart to wander
And to give comfort is all in vain."
"So I'll go down to some lonesome valley
Where no man on earth there shall me find,
Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices
And every moment blows a blusterous wind.
So come all young men that goes a-courting,
Pray pay attention to what I say:
For there is many's a dark and a cloudy morning
Turns out to be a bright sunshiny day.