As i was a walking one morning in May
I spied a young couple a making of hay
Ohoh, 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 y ou going my pretty lady?
I am going for a walk, 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

as i was a walking one morning in may
i spied a young couple a making of hay
ohoh one was a fair maid and her beauty shone clear
and the other was a soldier a bold grenadier