As I roved out one fine May morning,
To view the meadows and flowers gate,
Who should I spy, but my own [bad word] lover
As she sat by yon willow tree.

I took off my hat and I did salute her,
I did salute her most courageously.
As she turned around, the tears fell from her
Saying, False young man, you've deluded me.
And the diamond ring I behold I gave to you,
diamond ring to wear on your right hand.
But the vows you made, love, you went and broke them
And you wed the lassie who has the land

If I wed the lassie who has the land, my love,
It's that [bad word] 'till the day I die.
When misfortune falls, sure the man my shun it.
It was my fault, that I'll not deny.

And at night when I go to my bed of slumber
The thoughts of my love are in my mind.
As I turn around to embrace my darling,
instead of gold, sure 'tis brass I find.

And I wish the queen would bring home her armies
From the West Indies, America and Spain.
And every man to his wedded woman
Oh in hopes that I might be with thee again