A lady fair in a garden walkin'|
When a well dressed gentleman came ridin' by
He stepped up to her, all for to view her
An he said "Fair lady, would you fancy I?"
I am no lady but a poor maiden
An a poor girl of low degree,
Therefore young man seek another sweetheart
I am not fitting your serving maid to be.
2. And oh, kind sir, I have a lover
3. O, if he's married, I wish him happy,|
And if he's dead, sure, I wish him rest;
No other young man will e'er enjoy me
For he's the one that I love the best.
He put his hand into his bosom
His lily white fingers they were long and small;
He took out the ring that was broke between them
And when she saw that she down did fall.
4. He took her up all in his arms,
5. Come all young maidens, now heed my story|
Don't slight your true love and he on the sea;
And he'll come home and make you his own,
And he'll take you over to Americay.
Note: only half a verse
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