The New-Mown Hay |
Traditional ballad
As I walked forth one summer's morn, Hard by a river's side, Where yellow cowslips did adorn The blushing field with pride; I spied a damsel on the grass, More blooming than the may; Her looks the Queen of Love surpassed, Among the new-mown hay.
2. I said, Good morning, pretty maid, | 3. Delighted with her simple tale, I sat down by her side; With vows of love I did prevail On her to be my bride: In strains of simple melody, She sung a rural lay; The little lambs stood listening by, Among the new-mown hay.
4. Then to the church they went with speed, |