Classic Poem

As I walked out one morning, just as day was dawning,
There I spied a pretty fair miss, looked like the sun a-rising.

Sing a hoo-raw-ray, sing a hoo-raw-rye,
Sing a hoo-raw-rattle-rink-a-dandy.

"Where are you going, my pretty fair miss? Where are you going, my honey?"
She answered me most modestly, "I'm on an errand for my old mammy."

"May I walk with you, my pretty fair miss? May I walk with you, my honey?"
She answered me most modestly, "I will walk with anybody."

"How old are you, my pretty fair miss? How old are you, my honey?"
She answered me most modestly, "I'll be sixteen next Easter Sunday."

It wasn't but a very few days till this young man went a-courting;
He hadn't said but a very few words till the old lady overheard him.

She shoved her broom all in the fire to make a light to find him;
This young man jumped up and cocked his heels, and bade his legs defend him.

"It's fare you well, my own true love! It's fare you well, my honey!"
"When will you be back again to be chased by my old mammy?"

"It's fare you well, my own true love. It's fare you well, my honey!
I'll have my girl I love the best, in spite of her darned old mammy."