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As I roved out, on a bright May morning,
To view the meadows and flowers gay
Who should I spy but my own true lover
As she sat under yon willow tree.

I took off my hat and I did salute her
I did salute her most courageously
When she turned around, sure the tears fell from her
Saying, “False young man, you have deluded me.”

“For to delude you how can that be, my love?
It's from your body I am quite free
I'm as free from you as the child unborn is
And so are you, my love Jane, from me.”

“A diamond ring I own I gave you,
A diamond ring to wear on your right hand
But the vows you made, love, you went and broke them
And married the lady that had the land.”

“If I married the lady that had the land, my love,
It's that I'll rue until the day I die
When misfortune falls, there's no man may shun it
I was a blindfolded, I'll ne'er deny.”

Now at nights when I go to my bed of slumber
Thoughts of my own true love run in my mind
When I turn around to embrace my darling
Instead of gold, sure, 'tis brass I find.

Now I wish the Queen would recall her armies
From the West Indies, Amerikay and Spain
And every man to his wedded woman
In hopes that you and I would meet again.

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