it was pleasant and delightful on a midsummer s morn where the green fields and meadows were buried in the corn and the blackbirds and thrushes sang on every green tree and the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day well a sailor and his true love were out walking one day said the sailor to his true love i am bound for the easy indies where the loud cannons roar and i m leaving my nancy she s the one that i adore said the sailor to his true love well i must be on me way the topsails are hoisted and the anchors are weighed our big ship lies waiting for to sail on the tide and if ever i return again then i ll make you my bride then the ring from her finger she instantly drew saying take this dear geordie and me heart will go too and as he was embracing her tears from her eyes fell saying may i go along with you oh no me love farewell