As I walked out one midsummers morning
For to view the fields and to take the air
Down by the Banks of the Sweet Primrose
I beheld a most lovely fair
I said fair maid where are you going
And what's the occasion for all your grief
I will make you as happy as any lady
If you grant to me one small relief
Stand off Stand off, you're a false deciever
You are a false deceitful man I know
Tis you who has caused my poor heart to wander
And in your comfort lies no relief
So I'll go down to the lonesome valley
Where no man on earth shall there me find
Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices
And every moment blows blusterous wind
So come all young men who go a sailing
Pray pay attention to what I say
Tis many a dark and cloudy morning
Turns out to be a sunshine day