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(learned from Martin Choate in the 1960s)

(music to go here)

As I was walking one May morn, One May morning betime,
I met a maid who from home had strayed, Just as the sun did shine.

Where do you go, my fair pretty maid, Your journey to pursue?
Your pretty little feet that tread so sweet, Shake off the morning dew.

I go to feed my father's flock, His young and tender lambs,
That over hill and over dale Go searching for their dams.

O stay, o stay, thou fair pretty maid, And rest a moment here,
For there is none but thee alone That I do love so dear.

For I am thine and thou art mine, No man shall uncomfort thee,
We'll join our hands in wedding bands, And married we shall be.

How gloriously the sun doth shine, How pleasant is the air!
I'd rather rest on a true love's breast Than any other where.

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)