Many thanks for that information!  Here, then, is the text:

THE MAY BLOOMING FIELD

A wager, a wager and I'll go with you,
Away to the may blooming fields;
A maiden I will go to the bloomfield hill
And a maiden I will return.

A wager a wager and you'll go with me,
Away to the may blooming fields;
A maiden you will go to the bloomfield hill
But a maiden you never will return.

Away went this young man, his wager for to win,
Away to the may blooming fields;
He sat himself down by the clear flowing stream
And fell fast asleep on the banks.

Nine times she walked round the crown of his head
And nine times she walked round his feet;
Nine times she kissed his red ruby lips,
As he lay on the bank fast asleep.

The ring that she wore on her little finger,
The same did she place on his own;
That it might be a token of her love unto him,
That she had been there and was gone.

If I'd been awake as I was asleep,
This maiden she never would have fled;
It's her I would have killed,her blood I would have spilled
And the birds told the story of the dead.

Oh hard-hearted young man, hard-hearted youth,
Your heart's as hard as any stone;
For to think to kill one who has loved you so long
And I'll weep o'er the grave you lie in.

By a curious chance, I have what appears to be the very tune that Hubbard published in the Journal of American Folklore, vol.LXIV, p.42, and will send a midi of it to Alan.

Malcolm