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As I was a-walking one morning in spring,

To hear the birds whistle, & Nightingale sing,

I heard a fair maid she was making her moan.

Saying, I, a poor stranger & far from my own.

I stept up unto her, and made a low gee,

And asked her pardon for making so free;

Saying, I have taken pity on hearing your moan,

As I’m also a stranger, and far from my own.

Her cheeks blush'd like roses & she shed a tear,

And laid, Sir I wonder at meeting you here!

I hope you'll not ill use me in this desart alone,

As I am a poor stranger, and far from my own.

My dear, to ill use you indeed I never will.

My heart’s blood to save you indeed I would spill

I'd strive for to ease & relieve all your moan.

And wish to convey you safeback to your home.

Therefore, my dear jewel, if you would agree,

And if ever you marry, to marry with me;

I Would be your guardian thro' those dasarts unknown.

Until with your parents I’d leave you at home.

Sir, where is your Country. I'd wish for to know ?

And what’s the mifortunes you did undergo?

That caus'd you to wander so far from your home,

And made us meet strangers in this desart alone.