As I walked out, one fine summers morning
For to view the fields and to take the air
Down by the banks of the sweet primaroses
There I beheld a most lovely fair
Oh, three long steps, I stepped up to her
Not knowing her as she passed me by
I stepped up to her, thinking for to view her
She appeared to me, like some virtuous bride
I said, Fair maid, where are you going?
And what's the occasion of all your grief
I will make you as happy as any lady,
If you will grant me one small relief.
'Stand off, stand off, you are the false deceiver
You are the most deceitful man I know, tis plain
For it is you that has caused my poor heart to wander
And in your comfort lies no refrain
So I'll go down, to some lonesome valley
Where no man on earth, there shall me find
Where the pretty little small birds, do change their voices
And every moment, blows blusterous by
So come all young men, who go a courting
Pray pay attention to what I say
For there's many a dark, and a cloudy morning
Turns out to be a sunshiny day