As I roved out one morning fair,
One May morning betimes,
I spied a maid, from home had strayed
Just as the sun did shine.
“What makes you rise so soon, my dear,
Your journey to pursue?
Your pretty little feet they do tread so neat,
Strike off the morning dew.”
“I'm going to feed my father's flock,
His young and tender lambs,
That over hills and over dales
Lie waiting for their dams.”
“But stay, but stay, you handsome maid,
And rest a moment here.
For there is none save you alone
That I do love so dear.”
“How gloriously the sun does shine,
How pleasant is the air.
I'd rather rest on my true love's breast
Than any other where.”
“Now I am thine and thou art mine,
No man shall uncomfort thee.
We'll join our hands in wedded bands
And married we shall be.”
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