There was a farmer's son,
Kept sheep all on the hill,
And he went out one May morning
To see what he could kill.
Refrain:
Singing blow away the morning dew,
The dew and the dew
Blow away the morning dew,
How sweet the winds do blow.
He looked high, and low,
He cast an under look;
And there he saw a pretty maid
Beside the wat'ry brook.
"Cast over me my mantle fair
And pin it o'er my gown;
And, if you will, take hold my hand,
And I will be your own."
"If you'll come down to my father's house
Which is walled all around,
Then you shall have a kiss from me
And twenty thousand pound."
He mounted on a milk-white steed,
And so like-wise did she;
And then they rode along the lane
So galant, brisk and free,
As they were riding on alone,
They saw some pooks of hay.
O is not this a very pretty place
For girls and boys to play?
And when they came to her father's house
So nimble she popped in,
And said, "There is a fool without,
And here's a maid within."
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