A pretty fair miss all in the garden,
A journeyole soldier passing by.
He did stop and kindly address her
By saying, " Kind miss, will you marry me? "

" No, kind sir, a man of honor,
A man of honor you may be.
Would you impose upon a lady
Whose bride to you is not to be? "

" I have a sweetheart cross the ocean,
He has been gone for seven long year,
And if he's dead, I hope he is happy,
Or in some battle being slain.

" And if he is to some fair girl married,
I love the girl that married him. "
He run his hands all in his pockets
And pulled out rings that she had gave him.

Straight down before him she did fall:
He picked her up all in his arms,
Giving kisses by one, two, three,
Saying, " If I had staid there seven years longer,
No girl but you could have married me. "