Banks of Sweet Primroses (Jackson and Son)
BANKS
OF SWEET
Primroses
As I walked out one summer's morning,
To view the fields and take the air,
Down by the banks of the sweet primroses
There I beheld a most lovely fair.
Three long steps I took up to her,
Not knowing her as she passed by,
I stepped up to her thinking to view her
She appeared to me like some virtuous maid.
I said, fair maid where are you going,
Or what is the occasion of your grief,
I'll make you as happy as any lady,
If you will grant me but one small relief.
Stand off, stand off, you are deceitful,
You are a deceitful one it is plain,
It's that caused my poor heart to wander,
To give me comfort it's all in vain
I'll go down into some lonesome valley,
No man on earth shall e'er me find,
Where the pretty Birds shall change their voices,
At every moment shall blow boisterous winds
Come all you maidens who go a-courting,
Pray give attention to what I say,
For there's many a dark and cloudy morning,
Turns out to be a sun-shining day.
Jackson and Son, (late Russell.) Printers,
Moor streets,) Birmingham.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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