Pretty fair miss down in the garden
When a brave young soldier
come riding by
And he stepped up and
as he addressed her
Said, pretty fair miss,
won't you be my bride?
O no kind sir, replied the maiden,
Though a man of honour you may be,
How can you impose on
a fair young maiden
Who never intends your
bride to be?
For I've a true love for the ocean,
Yes, seven years across the sea,
And if he stays for seven years longer,
No man on earth can marry me.
Well, perhaps he's
drowned in the ocean
Or he may be on a battlefield slain
Or he may be to a pretty girl married
And you may never see him again
Well, if he's drowned,
I hope he's restin'
Or if he's on a battlefield slain
Or if he's to some pretty girl married
I'll love the one that married him
Then he ran his hand down in his pocket,
his fingers being both long and slim,
and he drew forth a ring she'd given,
a ring that she had given him.
She threw her lovin'
at alarms around him
And straight before him she did fall
Said you're the very man
that used to court me
Before you went away to war
And they walked down that
path together,
His arm around her waist so trim,
And he told her a beautiful story,
And then she gave her heart
to him.
Thank