Pretty Fair Maid in the Garden Songtext
von Tim O’Brien
Pretty Fair Maid in the Garden Songtext
Pretty fair maid was in her garden
When a stranger came a-riding by
He came up to the gate and called her
Said pretty fair maid would you be my bride
She said I′ve a true love who's in the army
And he′s been gone for seven long years
And if he's gone for seven years longer
I'll still be waiting for him here
Perhaps he′s on some watercourse drowning
Perhaps he′s on some battlefield slain
Perhaps he's to a fair girl married
And you may never see him again
Well if he′s drown, I hope he's happy
Or if he′s on some battlefield slain
And if he's to some fair girl married
I′ll love the girl that married him
He took his hand out of his pocket
And on his finger he wore a golden ring
And when she saw that band a-shining
A brand new song her heart did sing
And then he threw his arms all around her
Kisses gave her one, two, three
Said I'm your true and loving soldier
That's come back home to marry thee
Pretty fair maid was in her garden
When a stranger came a-riding by
He came up to the gate and called her
Said pretty fair maid would you be my bride
When a stranger came a-riding by
He came up to the gate and called her
Said pretty fair maid would you be my bride
She said I′ve a true love who's in the army
And he′s been gone for seven long years
And if he's gone for seven years longer
I'll still be waiting for him here
Perhaps he′s on some watercourse drowning
Perhaps he′s on some battlefield slain
Perhaps he's to a fair girl married
And you may never see him again
Well if he′s drown, I hope he's happy
Or if he′s on some battlefield slain
And if he's to some fair girl married
I′ll love the girl that married him
He took his hand out of his pocket
And on his finger he wore a golden ring
And when she saw that band a-shining
A brand new song her heart did sing
And then he threw his arms all around her
Kisses gave her one, two, three
Said I'm your true and loving soldier
That's come back home to marry thee
Pretty fair maid was in her garden
When a stranger came a-riding by
He came up to the gate and called her
Said pretty fair maid would you be my bride
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