Lovely Joan Lyrics
Lovely Joan - A.L. Lloyd
A fine young man it was indeed
He was mounted on his milk-white steed
He rode he rode himself all alone
Until he came to lovely joan
Good morning to you pretty maid
And twice good morning sir she said
He gave her a wink and she rolled her eye
Says he to himself i'll be there by and by
Oh don't you think these pooks of hay
A pretty place for us to play
So come with me like a sweet young thing
And i'll give you my golden ring
Then he pulled off his ring of gold
My pretty little miss do this behold
I'd freely give it for your maidenhead
And her cheeks they blushed like the roses red
Give me that ring into my hand
And i would neither stay nor stand
For this would do more good to me
Than twenty maidenheads said she
And as he made for the pooks of hay
She leapt on his horse and tore away
He called he called but it was all in vain
Young joan she never looked back again
She didn't think herself quite safe
Not till she came to her true love's gate
She'd robbed him of his horse and ring
And left him to rage in the meadows green