MAY BLOOMING FIELD

A wager, a wager, and you will go with me
Away to the May blooming field
A maiden you will go to the Broomfield hill
But a maiden you never will return

A wager, a wager, and I will go with you
Away to the May blooming field
A maiden I will go to the Broomfield hill
And a maiden I will return

So away went this young man, his wager for to win
Away to the May blooming field
He sat himself down by the clear flowing stream
And he fell fast asleep on the bank

Nine times she walked around the crown of his head
And nine times she walked 'round his feet
Nine times she kissed his red ruby lips
As he lay on the bank fast asleep

And the ring that she wore on her little finger
The same did she place on his own
That it might be a token of her love to him
That she had been there and was gone

If I was awake as I was asleep
This maiden she never would have faired
It's her I would have killed, her blood I would have spilled
And the birds told the story of the death

O hard hearted young man, hard hearted youth
Your heart's as hard as any stone
For to think to kill one who had loved you so long
And'll weep for the grave you lie in

From the sleeve of the album Comet:
"The May Blooming Field is an old story with a new tune. Lester Hubbard got this version of the words from 92-year-old James Jepson in Hurricane, Utah, in 1947. Jepson said he learned the song in the 1870s when he hauled produce for the Mormon church."

Ed