Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking
It was on a summer, summer calm and clear
There I beheld a most beautiful damsel
Lamenting for her shepherd swain
Lamenting for her shepherd swain
The fairest evening that e'er I beheld thee
Evermore with the lad I adore
Wilt thou go fight the French and the Spaniards
Wilt thou leave me thus my dear?
Wilt thou leave me thus my dear?
No more to yon green banks will I take thee
With pleasure for to rest myself and view the lambs
But I will take me to yon green gardens
Where the pratty flowers grow
It was on a summer, summer calm and clear
There I beheld a most beautiful damsel
Lamenting for her shepherd swain
Lamenting for her shepherd swain
The fairest evening that e'er I beheld thee
Evermore with the lad I adore
Wilt thou go fight the French and the Spaniards
Wilt thou leave me thus my dear?
Wilt thou leave me thus my dear?
No more to yon green banks will I take thee
With pleasure for to rest myself and view the lambs
But I will take me to yon green gardens
Where the pratty flowers grow