As I walked through the meadows
As I walked through the meadows to take the fresh air,
The flowers were blooming and gay;
I heard a fair damsel so sweetly asinging.
Her cheeks like a blossom in May.
Said I: Pretty maiden and how came you here
In the meadows this morning so soon?
The maid she replied: For to gather some may,
For the trees thay are all in full bloom.
Said I: Pretty maiden shall I go with you
To the meadows to gather some may?
O no, sir, she said, I would rather refuse,
For I fear you would lead me astray.
Then I took this fair maid by the lily-white hand;
On the green mossy bank we sat down;
And I placed a kiss on her sweet rosy lips,
While the small birds were singing around.
And when we arose from the green mossy bank,
To the meadows we wandered away;
I placed my love on a primrose bank
While I picked her a handful of may.
Then early next morning I made her my bride,
That the world might have nothing to say,
The bells they did ring and the birds they did sing,
And I crowned her the sweet Queen of May.