ONE MIDSUMMER'S MORN; OR LEMADY

One midsummer's morn, as I was a-walking,
The fields and the meadows were covered with green,
The birds a-sweetly singing, so pleasant and so charming,
So early in the morning by the break of day.

Oh hark, hark! The nightingales are singing.
The larks they are taking their flight into the air,
And in every green border, the turtledoves are building,
Just as the sun was glimmering. Arise, my dear!

Arise, arise! Go pluck your love a posy,
One of the prettiest flowers that grows in yonders green.
Oh yes! I'll arise and pluck lilies, pinks and roses,
All for my dearest Lemady, the girl I adore.

Oh Lemady, oh Lemady, what lovely lass art thou!
Thou art the fairest creature that ever my eye did see.
I'll play you a tune all on the pipes of ivory,
So early in the morning, by the break of day.

They why should my true love be banished from me?
For if she should die, I should never see her more.
Oh, why should my parents look so slightly on me?
They rob me of my Lemady, the girl I adore.