As I was walking one morning in May
I spied a young couple, making a hay
One was a fair maid, her beauty shone clear,
The other was a soldier,a bold grenadier

"Good morning, good morning, good morning" said he
"And where ae yiu going my pretty lady?"
O, I'm going walkingby the clear crystal streams
To see cool waters glide and hear nightingales sing

"O soldier, o soldier, will you marry me?
" O no ,my sweet lady,that never can be
I've got a wife at home in my own country
Two wives and the army are too many for me"

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