On a fair morning, as I came by the way, Met I with a merry maid in the merry month of May, When a sweet love song sings his lovely lay And every bird upon the bush bechirps it up so gay, With a heave and ho! with a heave and ho! Thy wife shall be thy master, I trow. Sing, care away, care away, let the world go! Hey, lustily all in a row, all in a row, Sing, care away, care away, let the world go! |