Banks of the Sweet Primrose

As I walked out one midsummer's mornin'
For to view the fields and to take the air
Down by the banks of the sweet primroses
There I beheld a most lovely fair

I said, "Fair maid, where are you going?
And what's the occasion of all your grief?
I'll make you as happy as any lady
If you will grant to me once more relief"

"Stand off, stand off, you're a false deceiver
You are a false deceitful woman I know
'Tis you who has caused my poor heart to wander
And in your comfort lies no relief"

"So I'll go down to some lonesome valley
Where no man on earth shall e'er me find
Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices
And every moment blows blusterous wind"

"So come all young men who go a-sailing
Pray pay attention to what I say
'Tis many a dark and a cloudy mornin'
Turns out to be a sunshiny day"