I want to be married and cannot tell how

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.

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