As I roved out one fine May morning,   To view the meadows and flowers gay,   Who should I spy, but my own true lover   As she sat by yon willow tree.      I took off my hat and I did salute her,   I did salute her most courageously.   As she turned around, the tears fell from her   Saying, False young man, you've deluded me.   And the diamond ring I behold I gave to you,   A diamond ring to wear on your right hand.   But the vows you made, love, you went and broke them   And you wed the lassie who has the land      If I wed the lassie who has the land, my love,   It's that I'll rue 'till the day I die.   When misfortune falls, sure the man my shun it.   It was my fault, that I'll not deny.      And at night when I go to my bed of slumber   The thoughts of my love are in my mind.   As I turn around to embrace my darling,   instead of gold, sure 'tis brass I find.      And I wish the queen would bring home her armies   From the West Indies, America and Spain.   And every man to his wedded woman   Oh in hopes that I might be with thee again