BIB Id 277597
ONE morning, one morning, one morning in
I spy'd two pretty damsels a raking of hay,
I so kindly asked one of them if they would marry me
by-and-by,
But the answer she sent back again was no, not I.
Do you think that I would marry you altho' I am so
young?
My frinds and relations would laugh me to scorn,
For you are of a low degree, and I am of a high,
Do you think that I would marry you? it is no, not I.
This young man went to bed, his heart fill'd with ease,
Thinking the next morning his fair maid to please;
He kiss'd her, he courted her, they talk'd most lovingly,
And soon she had forgotton to say, no not I.
When six long months were fully gone and past,
This fair maid she grew rather thick in waist,
Her stays they would not meet, so languid look'd her
her eye,
So she thought on the time when she said no, not I.
When nine long months was fully past and come,
This fair maid was blest'd with a beautiful son;
She sent letters to him---will you marry me by-and-by,
But the answer he sent back again, was no, not I.
Do you think that I would marry you altho' I am so
young?
No, my friends and relations would laugh me to scorn;
For you are of a low degree, and I am of a high,
Do you think that I would marry you, it is no, not I.
Do you think that I am crazy, or do you think me mad?
For what could I have of you, any more than I've
had,
I've had my frolics with you, and I care not a fly,
So I think it is my turn to say no, not I.
The best thing I can advise you, & that you may know,
Is to take the child upon your back, and now a beg-
ging go.
And when you get weary, set you down and cry,
And think of the times when you said no, not I.
COLD winter's gone and past,
And warm summer's come at last,
Small birds sing on every tree;
The hearts of those are glad,
Whilst mine is very sad,
Since my true love is absent from me.
My livery I'll wear,
And I'll comb back my hair,
I will dress in my velvet so green;
Straightway I will repair,
To the carracks of
And there I'll get tidings of him.
I'll put on my cap of black,
And my fringe about my neck,
Gold rings on my fingers I'll wear;
All this I'll undertake,
For my own true love's sake,
And I'll ride in the carracks of
I should not think it strange,
The wide world for to range,
If I could obtain my delight;
But here in
I'm obliged to remain,
And in tears now spend the long night.
My love is like the sun,
In the firmament doth run,
Which always proves constant and true;
But yours is like the moon,
That goes wandering up and down,
And in every month it is new.
Impatient she did wait,
Till the running of the fleet,
Thinking
But fortune prov'd unkind,
To this true love of mine.
And he's gone to the low lands from me.
Farewell my joy and heart,
Since that you and I must part,
You are the fairest that ever I see,
I never do dosign,
For to alter my mind,
Although you are below my degree,