"Oh! pray, tell me the road to Banbury Cross,
To Banbury Cross," said she,
"For I've missed my way, and am quite at a loss,
They'll wonder what's happen'd to me."
"O Banbury Cross, pretty maiden," he said,
"Is many a mile ahead,
But I'll show the way, that is if I may?"
"I thank you, good sir," she said.
So they journey'd along toward Banbury Cross,
Thro' lanes that were bordered with flowers;
As she coyly spoke of the ferns and moss,
She culled the bright Summer hours.
"At Banbury Cross-, pretty maiden," he said,
"What happy lives must be led;
How I wish, yes, I do. that I lived there, too!"
"And why not, good sir? " she said.
The church bells are ringing at Banbury Cross,
All Banbury Cross is gay!
And afar and near, there rings many a cheer,
For those to be married to-day.
"At Banbury Cross, little wife," said he,
"We'll live When we are wed!"
"And forever and aye, I shall bless the day,
We met on the way," she said.