As I went out walking one morning in May
I spied a young maiden who was making her way.
I stood with amazement and was struck with surprise.
I thought her an angel that fell from the skies.
"Good morning, good morning, good morning", said she.
I said, "My pretty fair maid, if you will come with me".
And so we walked together, till late afternoon.
To view the fair fields and the meadows in bloom.