As I walked through the meadows

As I walked through the meadows to take the fresh air,

The flowers were blooming and gay;

I heard a fair damsel so sweetly asinging.

Her cheeks like a blossom in May.

Said I: Pretty maiden and how came you here

In the meadows this morning so soon?

The maid she replied: For to gather some may,

For the trees thay are all in full bloom.

Said I: Pretty maiden shall I go with you

To the meadows to gather some may?

O no, sir, she said, I would rather refuse,

For I fear you would lead me astray.

Then I took this fair maid by the lily-white hand;

On the green mossy bank we sat down;

And I placed a kiss on her sweet rosy lips,

While the small birds were singing around.

And when we arose from the green mossy bank,

To the meadows we wandered away;

I placed my love on a primrose bank

While I picked her a handful of may.

Then early next morning I made her my bride,

That the world might have nothing to say,

The bells they did ring and the birds they did sing,

And I crowned her the sweet Queen of May.