As I roved out, one evening all in the month of May.
it was down by Borden's tending groves
I carelessly did stray.
Where dazzling by amber and beauty night requested me to a shade
Where I heard the explanation of a young and a blooming made.
II
I boldly slipped up to her with compliment sublime
I says my pretty fair maid I wish that you were mine.
For d-is your smiling countenance
Has my poor heart ensnared
Saying I am deeply wounded and sore in love
With you my blooming maid.
III
She answered me and snad "kind sir" I hope you will give o'er
I made a vow and I'll keep it now
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
