on a bright may morning

as i roved out on a bright may morning

to view the meadows and flowers gay

whom should i spy but my own true lover

as she sat under yon willow tree

i took off my hat and i did salute her

i did salute her most courageously

when she turned around well the tears fell from her

sayin' false young man

you have deluded me

a diamond ring i owned i gave you

a diamond ring to wear on your right hand

but the vows you made

love

you went and broke them

and married the lassie that had the land