As I went a-roaming
M. Brahe
As I went a-roaming one morning in springtide,
As I went a-roaming in the sweet of the year,
Below in the greenwood a young lad did meet me,
Who greeted me kindly and called me his dear.
Derry derry down derry oh!
Called me his dear.
He said “You shall walk in a gown made of satin,
A ring on your finger, a rose at your ear;
And you shall ride forth in a coach with six horses,
And I'll love you truly if you'll be my dear.
Derry derry down derry oh!......
….If you'll be my dear.”
Then he gave me a kiss, and I could not restrain him,
His words were so sweet and so pleasing to hear;
And so I will wed him without more delaying,
Since he is my true love and I am his dear.
Derry derry down derry oh!......
….And I am his dear.