The Banks of the Sweet Primeroses
|As I roved out one mid summer morning|
To view the fields and to take the air
'Twas down by the banks of the sweet primeroses
There I beheld a most lovely fair.
2. Says I "Fair maid where can you be a going
|3. Stand up, stand up, you false deciever|
You are a false deceitful man 'tis plain
'Tis you that is causing my poor heart to wander
And to give me comfort 'tis all in vain.
4. Now I'll go wild down to some lonesome valley