FAIRPORT CONVENTION - BANKS OF THE SWEET PRIMROSES Lyrics

As I walked out on a midsummer's morningFor to view the fields and to take the airDown by the banks of the sweet primrosesThere I beheld a most ?love lie? fairThree short steps, I stepped up to herNot knowing her as she passed me byI stepped up to her, thinking for to view herShe appeared to be like some virtuous brideI says "Fair maid, where are you going?And what's the occasion of all your brief?I will make you as happy as any ladyIf you will grant to me one small relief""Stand off, stand off, you're a false deceiverYou are a false deceitful man, I know'Tis you that has caused my poor heart to wanderAnd in your comfort lies no refrain"So I'll go down to some lonesome valleyWhere no man on earth shall there me findWhere the pretty little small birds do change their voicesAnd every moment blows blusterous windSo come all young men who go a-sailingPray pay attention to what I sayFor there's many a dark and a cloudy morningTurns out to be a sunshiny day