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As I was a walking one morning in may
I spied a young couple a-making of hay
One was a fair maid and her beauty shone 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
To see cool waters glide, and nightingales sing
Oh soldier, oh soldier, will you marry me?
Oh no, my sweet lady, that never can be
For I’ve got a wife at home in my own country
Two wives and the army too many for me
As I was a walking one morning in may
I spied a young couple a-making of hay
