As I was a-walking one fine summer's morning,
The fields and the meadows they looked so clean and gay;
Small birds were singing so pleasantly adorning,
Early in the morning at the break of the day.
Hark, oh hark, how the nightingale is singing,
And the lark she is a-taking her flight all in the air.
On yonder green bower the turtle doves are building,
The sun is just a-glimmering. Arise my dear.
Arise, arise and pick your charming posies,
They are the fairest flowers that grow in yonder grove.
I will pluck off them all sweet lilies, pinks and rosies,
All for my sweet Lemany, the girl that I love.
Oh Lemany, oh, Lemany you are the fairest creature,
You are the fairest creature that ever my eyes did see.
And she played it all over all upon her pipes of ivory,
Right early in the morning at the break of the day.
How could my true love, how could she vanish from me
How could she go where I never shall see her more.
It was her cruel parents who looked so slightly on me,
And it's all for the white robe that once I wore.
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