To the field I carried my milking pail
On a May day morning early,
And there I met with a smart young man,
Who said that he lov’d me dearly.
I made him a curtsey, he made me a bow,
He kissed me, and promised to marry, I vow,
Oh! I wish that young fellow was with me just now,
On a May day morning early.
I try to forget him, but all in vain,
On early day morning early,
And if I never should see him again,
It will break my heart – or nearly,
I can’t bear the sight of a sheep or cow
I want to be married and cannot tell how,
Oh! I wish that young fellow was with me now,
On a May day morning early