From the Penguin Book Of English Folk Songs, Ed Pellow's submission of the tune of The Banks Of Sweet Primroses can be found here.
The Banks Of Sweet Primroses
As I walked out one midsummer's morning,
To view the fields and to take the air,
Down by the banks of the sweet primroses,
There I beheld a most lovely fair.
I said: 'Fair maid, where can you be a-going,
And what's the occasion of all your grief?
I'll make you as happy as any lady,
If you will grant me one small relief.'
'Stand otf, stand off, thou false deceiver!
'You're a false deceitful man, 'tis plain.
'Tis you that is causing my poor heart to wander,
And to give me comfort is all in vain.
'Now I'll go down to some lonesome valley,
Where no man on earth there shall me find,
Where the pretty small birds do change their voices,
And every moment blows blusterous wind.'
The DT has a different version here.
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