Lovely Joan Video (MV)

A fine young man it was indeed
He was mounted on his milkwhite steed
He rode, he rode himself alone
Until he came to Lovely Joan

Good morning to you, my pretty maid
And twice good morning Sir, she said
He gave her a wink, she rolled her eye
Said he to himself, I'll be there by and by

Oh don't you think these bales of hay
A pretty place for us to play
Come with me like a sweet young thing
And I'll give you my golden ring

He pulled off his ring of gold
My pretty little miss, do this behold
I'll give it to you for your maidenhead
And her cheeks blushed like roses red

Give me that ring into my hand
And I will neither stay nor stand
This would do more good to me
Than twenty maidenheads said she

As he made for the bails of hay
She leapt on his horse and tore away
He called he called but all in vain
And Joan never looked back again