Yes- and that one goes:

We'll go walking on the green grass
Thus, thus, thus;
Come all ye pretty fair maids
And walk along with us.
So pretty and so fair as
You take yourselves to be,
I'll choose you for a partner,
Come walk along with me.

I wouldn't marry a farmer-
He's always selling grain;
I'd rather marry a soldier boy
Who marches in the rain.
A soldier boy, a soldier boy,
A soldier boy for me;
If ever I get married,
A soldier's wife I'll be!

Many more verses, and the tune is lovely!    Jean