One morning in May as I carelessly did stray For to view yon gay meadows and the lambs sport and play, In the clear morning dew as I lay down to muse A fair maiden of honour appeared in my view.
Said I, “Pretty maid, how happy we could be! For it is so decreed, love, that married we should be. Let me not see you frown for this heart is your own.” When these words they were spoken sure the tears trickled down.
“Come dry up your tears, there is nothing to fear. I will roam through the green fields for many's a long year.” When the birds sang so sweet this young man proved his deceit Saying, “Adieu, pretty fair maid, we will never more meet.”
With my snuff box and cane the whole world I would range Like Venus or Diana in search of her swain. While the moon does shine clear I will mourn for my dear Over mountains, clear fountains, where no-one will hear.
There's one thing I know and that before I go I will never return for to hear your sad woe. There's another thing I know and that before I go That the ranger and the stranger has many's a foe.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
