As I was a-walking one morning in May
I spied a young couple a-making of hay
Oh, one was a fair maid and her beauty shown clear,
The other was a soldier, a bold grenadier

"Good morning, good morning, good morning," said he
"Oh, where are you going, my pretty lady?"
"I am going a-walking by the clear crystal stream
For to see cool waters glide and hear nightingales sing"

"Oh, soldier, oh, soldier, will you marry me?"
"Oh, no, my sweet lady, that never can be
For I have a wife at home in my own country
Two wives and the army's too many for me"