Searching for Lambs

As I roved out one May morning, one May morning be time
 I met a maid from home had strayed, just as the sun did shine
 "What makes you rise so soon my dear, your journey to pursue?
 Your pretty little feet they tread so sweet, strike off the morning dew"
 "I'm going to feed my father's flock, his young and tender lambs
 That over hills and over dales lay waiting for their dams"
 "O stay, o stay you handsome maid and rest a moment here
 For there is none but you alone that I do love so dear"
 "How gloriously the sun doth shine, how pleasant is the air
 I'd rather rest in a true love's breast than any other where"
 "For I am thine and thou art mine, no man shall uncomfort thee
 We'll join our hands in wedded bands and married we shall be"