feed you will my pretty little maid feed you will for a while i'm going away to the merry green land more than one thousand miles more than one thousand miles
i'm leaving in the month of May hope you understand will you ever prove false to me when i'm in some foreign land when i'm in some foreign land
i will never prove false to you and i will never lie it'd hard my love for the coming months take a long time to go by they'll take a long time to go by
the night is as black as cold and my heart is blue if i ever prove false to you i will bid this world adieu i will bid this world adieu
i shouldn't really tell this story i just cant deny that the woman standing before me can make any man go wild can make any man go wild
my story is over i just couldn't be true so i'll make my stand on top of the hill and i will bid this world adieu i will bid this world adieu