Written by Victor Eshameh29 Feb 2020 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. Click to complete reading Share this:TweetEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.