Abroad As I Was Walking , Down by some
greenwood side, I heard a young girl singing, "I wish I were a bride."
"I thank you, pretty fair maid, For
singing of your song; It's I myself shall marry you;" "Kind sir, I am too young."
"The younger, the better, More
fitting for my bride, That all the world may plainly see I won a pretty maid.
Nine times I kissed her ruby lips, I
viewed her sparkling eye; I took her by the lily-white hand, My lovely bride to be.
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