AMONG THE GREEN HAY
Now I'll recommend a plan,
Nice young maidens,
Now I'll recommend a plan,
If you'll get a little man,
You must do the best you can,
Nice young maidens.
Now I'll leave you all to choose,
Nice young maidens,
Now I'll leave you all to choose,
If you've an offer, don't refuse,
For if you should a husband lose,
You'll die an old maiden,
Fidgety old maiden.
XIV. AMONG THE GREEN HAY
As I was a-walking one morning in spring,
'Twas down in the meadows to hear the birds sing,
My true love he met me that very same day,
'Twas down in the meadows among the green hay.
What makes you, my dearest, this morning to mourn?
I wish to my heart you were not so forlorn.
