Five old songs/The mountains high

THE MOUNTAINS HIGH.

One night on my late ramble,
⁠two miles below Pimry,
I met a farmer’s daughter
⁠all on the mountains high.

I said my pretty fair maid.
⁠your beauty shines so clear,
That upon these lonely mountains
⁠I'm glad to meet you here.

She said kind sir be civil,
⁠my company forsake,
For in my great opinion,
⁠I believe you're but a rake;

And if my parents they should know,
⁠my life they would destroy,
For keeping of your company,
⁠all on the mountains high.

He says, I am no rake,
⁠I'm brought up in Venus' train,
I'm seeking for concealments
⁠all in the Judge's name.

Your beauty so entises me,
⁠I could not pass you by,
So with my gun I'll guard you
⁠all on the mountains high.

This pretty little young thing,
⁠she stood all in amaze,
With eyes as bright as amber,
⁠she did upon me gaze;

Her cherry cheeks, and ruby lips,
⁠they lost their former dye,
So she fell into my arms
⁠all on the mountains high.

But when I kiss'd her once or twice,
⁠she then came to again,
And said, kind sir be civil,
⁠and tell me what’s your name.

If you’ll go to yonder forest,
⁠my castle there you'll find,
Well wrote in ancient history,
⁠my name is Ormordine.

He says my pretty fair maid,
⁠don’t let your parents know,
Perhaps they’ll prove my ruin,
⁠and my sad overthrow.

So if you come to look for me,
⁠perhaps you may me find,
I will be in my castle,
⁠and call for Ormordine.

Come all you pretty fair maids,
⁠a warning take by me,
See that you quit night-walking,
⁠and seun bad company.