As I roved out one bright May morning To view the purple heather and flowers gay Who should I spy but my own true lover As she sat under yon willow tree I took off my hat and I did salute her I did salute her most courageously When she turned around And the tears fell from her eyes Saying 'False young man, you have deluded me Three diamond rings for love I gave you Three diamond rings to wear on your right hand But the vows you made, love You went and broke them And married the la**ie that had the land.' 'If I married the la**ie that had the land, my love 'Tis that I'll rue until the day I die But when fortune calls few men can shun it I was a blind fool was I' Now at night when I go to my bed of slumber The thoughts of my true love run in my mind When I turned around to embrace my darling Instead of gold 'tis bra** I find And I wish the Queen would call home her armies From the West Indies, Americkay, and Spain And every man to his homeland would run And I in hope that we'd meet again Then I roved out one bright May morning...