A lawyer he went out

A lawyer he went out one day,

A riding through the city,

It was there he met with a handsome maid,

And he thought her so sweet and pretty.

"Good morning to you, pretty maid,

O whither are you going?"

"I am going a-down yonder meadow," she said,

"Where my father he is a-mowing."

"I'll take you up to London town,

And all such lovely places,

I will busk you into a silken gown,

Gold rings and gold chains and laces."

"I'll have none of your London town,

Nor any other places,

I will not be busked into a silen gown,

Gold rings and gold chains and laces."

And now she is a poor man's wife,

Her husband dearly loves her,

And she lives a sweet and contented life,

There's no lady in town above her.