Banks of the Sweet Primroses - Luke Kelly

As I walked out on a midsummer’s morning

For to view the fields and to take the air

Down by the banks of the sweet primroses

There I beheld a most?

Love lie?

Fair

Three short steps, I stepped up to her

Not knowing her as she passed me by

I stepped up to her, thinking for to view her

She appeared to be like some virtuous bride

I says «Fair maid, where are you going?

And what’s the occasion of all your brief?

I will make you as happy as any lady

If you will grant to me one small relief»

«Stand off, stand off, you’re a false deceiver

You are a false deceitful man, I know

'Tis you that has caused my poor heart to wander

And in your comfort lies no refrain»

So I’ll go down to some lonesome valley

Where no man on earth shall there me find

Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices

And every moment blows blusterous wind

So come all young men who go a-sailing

Pray pay attention to what I say

For there’s many a dark and a cloudy morning

Turns out to be a sunshiny day