Lyrics:

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 showed 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'm a 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've got a wife at home in my own country
Two wives and the army's too many for me