As I was a-walking one morning in May,
I spied a young couple a-making of hay.
O one was a fair maid and her beauty shone clear,
And the other was a soldier, a bold grennadier.
"Good morning, good morning, good morning," said he,
"O where are you going, my pretty lady?"
"I"m going a-walking by the clear crystal stream,
To see cool waters glide and hear nightingales sing."
"O soldier, O soldier, will you marry me?"
"Oh, no my sweet lady, that never can be:
For I've got a wife at home in my own country;
Two wives and the army's too many for me."
As I was a-walking one morning in May,
I spied a young couple a-making of hay.
O one was a fair maid and her beauty shone clear,
And the other was a soldier, a bold grennadier.
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