American Ballads and Songs

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It was on one munday morning in may Down by a flowery garden I chanced for to stray
I over heard a fair maid with sorrow to complain All on the banks of clowdy I am told she doth remain.
I stepped away unto her I took her with surprise She owned she did not now me for I was in disguise
Oh my handsom fair maid my joy and hearts delight How far have you to ramble this dark and rainy night
Kind sir away to clowdy would you be pleased to show Be kind unto a fair miss for there I haf to go
I am on the search for a young man and lone is his name All on the banks of clowdy I am told he doth remain.
It's on the banks of clowdy on which you boldly stand For dont you believe young lone for he will not meet you O dont you believe young lone for he is a faulse young man So stay with me in the green groves no danger need fear.
If lone he was here this night he would keep me from all harm But he is in the field of battle dressed in his uniform