As I walked out one May morning, one May morning so early Was down by the side of a shady green tree Oh there I beheld a most beautiful damsel She sat there a sighing all underneath a tree I stepped up 2 this fair maid I wished her good morning She was the very first girl that ever wounded me You never shall want for gold or bright silver If you will only place your reflections on me I thank you kind sir but I think you are a joking You think you are more fitting for higher girls than me Besides your own friends they will always be afrowning They'll always be a frowning and scolding of me Come all you pretty fair maids that go now a courting Never trust a young man of any higher degree For when they've enjoyed all the flowers of your garden Then they will go and leav you as my love left me Is my pronunciation that bad?! x e
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