As I was a walking one morning in May
I spied a young couple a makin' of hay
O one was a fair maid and her beauty shone clear
And the other was a soldier a bold grenadier
Good morning good morning good morning said he
O where are you going my pretty lady
I am going a walking by the clear crystal stream
To see cool water glide and hear nightingales sing
O soldier o soldier will you marry me
O no my sweet lady that never can be
For I have a wife in my own country
Two wives and the army's too many for me