As I walked out one bright May morning
For to view the fields and to take the air,
There I espied a fair young damsel,
She appeared to me like some angel bright.

I said "My dear, where are you going,
What is the cause of all your grief?
I'll make you as happy as any lady,
If you'll once more grant me relief."

"Stand off, stand off, you are deceitful,
Stand off you are a deceitful man.
'Tis you that have caused my poor heart to wander,
And to give me comfort is all in vain."

Then I'll go down to some lonely waters,
Go down where no one they shall me find,
Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices,
And every moment blows blustering wild.