As I was a-walking down by some shady grove
Down by some shady Nancy, my heart my soul's delight

Young lambs they were a-playing
All on the banks of sweet Mossom
All on the banks of sweet Mossom
That long true happy spring
The lark all in the air
She rises in the morning
And brings me joyful tidings of Nancy my dear

The song birds in the branches is now sit down to rest
I'll write to lovely Nancy, my heat my soul's delight

Oh give me ink and paper, I may sit down to write
I'll write to lovely Nancy, my heart my soul's delight

Ref to 'shady Nancy' in first verse. I have spoken to Shirley Collins and she confirms that this is what was collected and the words on her recordings.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 18-Jul-02.