The Banks of the Sweet Primroses

The Sweet Primroses - Bob Cooper/Ron Copper

As I walk out one midsummer morning

For all to do the fears

And to take the air down

By the banks of the sweet primeroses

There I beheld a most love live Fair

Three long steps I stepped up to her

Not knowing her as she passed me by

I stepped up to her

Thinking for to view her

She appeared to me like some virgins bride

I said Pretty maid where are you going

All what's the occasion of all your grief

I'll make you as happy as any lady

If you will grant me one small relief

She says stand off you are deceitful

You are deceitful and for young man

It is you that cause my poor heart to wander

And To give me comfort my all in vain

I'll go down in some lonesome valley

Where no man nor mortal shall ever me buy

Where the pretty little small birds

Do change their voices

And every moment blood bloods do swell