As I roved out on a bright May morning,
To view the meadows and flowers gay,
Whom should I spy but my own true lover
As she sat under a willow tree.

I took off my hat and I did salute her
I did salute her courageously
When she turned around and the tears fell from her saying:
"False young man you have deluded me."

"For to delude you, how can that be my love
It's from your body I am quite free.
I'm as free from you as the child unborn is and
So are you too, dear Jane, from me."

"Three-diamond ring sure I own I gave you
Three-diamond ring to wear on your right hand."
"But the vows you made love, you went and broke them and
Married the lassie who had the land."

"If I married the lassie who had the land, my love,
It's that I'll rue till the day I die.
Where misfortune falls sure no one can shun it
I Was blindfolded I'll never deny."

Now at night when I go to my bed of slumber
The thoughts of my truelove run on my mind.
When I turn around to embrace my darling
In¬stead of gold sure it's brass I £md.

And I wish the queen would call home her armies
From the West Indies, America and Spain,
And every man to his wedded woman in
Hopes that you and I would meet again.

Jim Carroll