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HE: Good morning, pretty maid,
Where are you going?
SHE: To range these fields so fair,
There's no man knowing,
HE: I think too bold you are,
To range these fields so fair,
In danger everywhere,
Thou charming maiden.
SHE: A charming maid I am,
Sir, she replied.
Without any guile or care,
To no man tied;
My recreations are, to range
These fields so fair;
To take the pleasant air,
Thou boasting stranger.
HE: A farmer's son I am,
Your nighest neighbor,
Great store of wealth I have,
By honest labour;
So if you will agree,
Soon married we will be,
For I'm in love with thee,
Thou charming maiden.
SHE: A farmer's wife must work,
Both late and early,
Like any foreign Turk,
Therefore believe me.
I don't intend to be
A servant bound to thee
To do thy drudgery,
Thou boasting stranger.
The tune can be accessed on a MIDI file at the link above.