5
Then to the church we sped with speed
And Hymen join'd our hands, Sir!
No more the ewes and lambs she'll feed
Since she did make her answer,
Among the new-mown hay.
6
A lord I be, a lady she,
To town we sped straightway, Sir!
To bless the day, we both agree,
We met among the hay, Sir!
Among the new-mown hay.
[No 103 I’LL BUILD MYSELF A GALLANT SHIP]
(Solo or Quartette)
F.W.B.
