There was a shepherd’s son kept sheep upon a hill He laid his pipe and crook aside and there he slept his fill And sing blow away the morning dew, the dew and the dew Blow away the morning dew, how sweet the winds do blow 
He looked east and he looked west, then he gave an underlook And there he spied a lady fair swimming in a brook He raised his head from is green bed and then approached the maid Put on your clothes, my dear, he says, and be ye not afraid 
Tis fitter for a lady fair to sew her silken seam Then to get up on a May morning and strive against a stream If you’ll not touch my mantle and let my clothes alone Then I’ll give you as much money as you can carry home 
Oh, I’ll not touch your mantle and I’ll let your clothes alone But I’ll take you out of the clear water, my dear, to be my own And when she out of the water came, he took her in his arms Put on your clothes, my dear, he says and hide those lovely charms 
He mounted her on a milk white steed, himself upon another And all along the way they rode like sister and like brother When she came to her father’s gate, she tirled at the pin And ready stood the porter there to let this fair maid in 
And when the gate was opened, so nimbly’s she whipped in Pough, You’re a fool without, she says, and I’m a maid within Then fare ye well, my modest boy, I thank you for your care But had you done what you should do, I ne’er had left you there 
Oh, I’ll cast off my hose and shoon and let my feet go bare And when I meet a bonny lass, hang me if her I spare In that you do as you please, she says, But you shall never more Have the same opportunity; with that she shut the door 
There is a cock in our father’s barn, he never trod a hen He flies about and flaps his wings, I think you’re one of them There is a flower in our garden, we call it marigold He that would not when he might, he should not when he would 
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