As I was a walking one morning in May I spied a young couple a makin' of hay. O one was a fair maid and her beauty showed clear and the other was a soldier, a bold grenadier.
Good morning, good morning, good morning said he O where are you going my pretty lady? I'm a going a walking by the clear crystal stream to see cool water glide and hear nightingales sing.
O soldier, o soldier, will you marry me? O 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's too many for me.