As I roved out on a bright May morning
To view the meadows and flowers [bad word] 
Whom should I spy but my own [bad word] lover
As she sat under yon willow tree

I took off my hat and I did salute her
I did salute her most courageously
When she turned around well the tears fell from her
Saying “false young man, you have deluded me

diamond ring I owned and I gave to you
diamond ring to wear on your right hand
But the vows you made, sure you went and broke them
And married the lassie that had the land”

If I'd married the lassie that had the land, my love

It's that [bad word] til the day I die
When misfortune falls, sure no man can shun it
I was blindfolded I'll not deny

Now at nights when I go to my bed of slumber
The thoughts of my [bad word] [bad word] in my mind
When I turned around to embrace my darling
Instead of gold sure it's 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 hope that you and I will meet again.