As I was a-walking one morning in May
to hear the birds whistle and see lambkins play,
I espied a young damsel, so sweetly sang she,
down by the green bushes where she chanced to meet me.

"Oh why are you loitering here, pretty maid?"
"I'm waiting for my true love," softly she said,
"Shall I be your true love and will you agree
To leave your own true love and follow with me?"

"I'll give you fine beavers and fine silken gowns,
I'll give fine petticoats flounced to the ground,
I'll bring you fine jewels and live but for thee,
If you'll leave your true love and marry with me."

"I want none of your beavers nor fine silken hose,
For I'm not so poor as to marry for clothes,
bit if you'll be constant and be true unto me,
I'll leave my own true love and marry with thee."

"Oh, let us be going, kind sir, if you please,
Oh, let us be going from under these trees,
For yonder is coming m y true love I see,
Down by the green bushes where he hopes to meet me!"

And when he came there and found she had gone,
He looked very sheepish and cried quite forlorn;
"She's hone with another and forsaken me,
And left the green bushes where vowed to meet me."