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As I roved out one bright May morning |
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To view the purple heather and flowers gay |
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Who should I spy but my own true lover |
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As she sat under yon willow tree |
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I took off my hat and I did salute her |
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I did salute her most courageously |
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When she turned around |
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And the tears fell from her eyes |
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Saying 'False young man, you have deluded me |
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Three diamond rings for love I gave you |
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Three diamond rings to wear on your right hand |
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But the vows you made, love |
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You went and broke them |
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And married the lassie that had the land.' |
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'If I married the lassie that had the land, my love |
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'Tis that I'll rue until the day I die |
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But when fortune calls few men can shun it |
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I was a blind fool was I' |
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Now at night when I go to my bed of slumber |
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The thoughts of my true love run in my mind |
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When I turned around to embrace my darling |
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Instead of gold 'tis brass I find |
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And I wish the Queen would call home her armies |
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From the West Indies, Americkay, and Spain |
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And every man to his homeland would run |
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And I in hope that we'd meet again |
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Then I roved out one bright May morning... |
