Classic Poem

As I walked out one May morning,
One May morning betimes,
I overlooked a handsome lass
Just as the sun was rise.

‘What makes you rise so soon, my dear,
Your journey to pursue?
Your pretty little feet they tread so sweet,
Strike off the morning dew.’

‘I am going to feed my father's flock,
It's young and tender lambs,
It's over hills and over dales
Lay waiting for their dams.

‘How glorious like the sun do shine,
How pleasant across the mead;
But I'd rather be in my true love's arms
Than any other where.

‘For I am thine and thou art mine,
No man shall uncomfort me.
We'll join our hands in a wedded band
And a-married we will be.’