| As I strolled out one May morning
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| One May morning so early
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| I overtook a handsome maid
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| And, my goodness, she was early
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| Her shoes were black and her stockings were white
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| And her buckles they shone like silver
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| She had a dark and rolling eye
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| And her hair hung over her shoulder
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| ‘How old are you my fair pretty maid
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| How old are you my honey?
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| She answered me so cheerfully
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| ‘Well, I’m seventeen come Sunday
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| ‘Could you love me my fair pretty maid
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| Could you love me my honey?
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| She answered me so tearfully
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| ‘Oh, I can’t because of Mummy
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| ‘But if you come to my Mummy’s house
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| When the moon is shining brightly
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| ‘Oh, I’ll come down and let you in
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| ‘And my Mummy shall not hear me
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| So he went to her Mummy’s house
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| When the moon was brightly shining
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| And she came down and she let him in
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| And she rolled in his arms till the morning
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| She says ‘Kind sir, will you marry me?
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| I says ‘Oh no, my honey
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| For the fife and drum is my delight
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| And I’m happy in the army |