Traditional - Searching for lambs - ноты, текст песни (слова)

As I went out one May morning,
 One May morning betime,
 I met a maid from home had strayed,
 Just as the sun did shine
 
 What makes you rise so soon, my dear,
 Your journey to pursue?
 Your pretty feet they tread so sweet,
 Strike off the morning dew.
 
 I'm going to feed my Father's flock,
 His young and tender lambs,
 That over hills and over dales
 Lie waiting for their dams.
 
 O stay! O stay! you handsome maid,
 And rest a moment here,
 For there is none but you alone
 That I do love so dear.
 
 How gloriously the sun doth shine,
 How pleasant is the air,
 I'd rather rest on a true love's breast
 Than any other where.
 
 For I am thine and thou art mine
 No man shall uncomfort thee,
 We'll join our hands in wedded bands
 And a-married we will be.