As I roved out one mid-summer's morning
⁠To view the fields and to take the air
T'was down by the banks of the sweet primroses
⁠There I beheld a most lovely fair

Says I, "fair maid where can you be a-going
And what's the occasion of all your grief?
I will make you as happy as any lady
"⁠If you will grant me one small relief

Stand off, stand off, you false deceiver
⁠You are a false deceitful man 'tis plain
'Tis you that is causing my poor heart to wander
⁠To give me comfort 'tis all in vain

Now I'll go down into some lonesome valley
⁠No man on Earth shall e'er me find;
When the pretty small birds do change their voices
⁠And every moment blows blusterous wind