THE GRENADIER AND THE LADY

As I was a-walking one morning in May
I spied a young couple, making of hay
Oh, one was a fair maid and her beauty shone clear
And the other was a soldier, a bold grenadier.

"Good morning, good morning, good morning," said he
"Oh, where are you going, my pretty lady?"
"I am going a-walking by the clear crystal stream
To see cool waters glide and hear nightingales sing."

Oh soldier, oh 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!"