Searching for Lambs

As I went out one May morning

One May morning betime,

I met a maid from home had strayed

Just as the sun did shine.

"What makes you rise so soon, my dear,

Your journey to pursue?

Your pretty little feet they tread so sweet

Strike off the morning dew."

"I'm going to feed my father's flock,

His young and tender lambs

That over hills and over dales

Lie waiting for their dams."

"Oh stay, oh stay, you handsome maid,

And rest a moment here,

For there is none but you alone

That I do love so dear."

"How gloriously the sun does shine!

How pleasant is the air!

I'd rather rest on a true love's breast

Than any other where."

"For I am thine and thou art mine

No man shall uncomfort thee

We'll join our hands in wedded bands

And married we will be."