As I roved out, on a bright May morning,
To view the meadows and flowers gay
Whom should I spy but my own true lover
As she sat under yon willow tree.
“A diamond ring I own I gave you,
A diamond ring to wear on your right hand”
“But the vows you made, love, you went and broke them
And married the lassie that had the land.”
“If I married the lassie that had the land, my love,
It’s that I’ll rue… Until the day I die
When misfortune falls, no man can shun it
I was a blindfolded, I’ll ne’er deny.”
Now at nights when I go to my bed of slumber
The thoughts of my true love run in my mind
When I turn around to embrace my darling
Instead of gold, it is brass I find.
And I wish the Queen would call home her army,
From the West Indies, Amerikay and Spain
And every man to his wedded woman
In hopes that you and I will meet again.