one fine summer's morn ing
but a fair pretty creature?
And unto her then I quickly did say
Oh, it's where are you going to,
Well, I'm going to Windsor, kind sir
She made handsome a sweet little town,
and it's where I was born
All for to bear you sweet company?
And she turned herself round,
you may do just as you please.
we both talked a few miles together,
By a shady green tree we sat down,
won't you sit down here beside me?
Then I will show you a sweet
Then I shall hold you three to one.
So it's she cut the cards,
it was my turn to deal them
I dealt me one trump, it was only for Jack
So it's she played a race
and she stole me jack from me
And she says, me kind sir,
Or else shall we play the
Well, I picked up me tinfer,
I wished her good morning
if you're this way tomorrow