The Sprig of Thyme: No. 1. The bold grenadier

As I was a-walking one morning in May,
 I spied a young couple a-making of hay.
 O one was a fair maid and her beauty shone clear,
 And the other was a soldier, a bold grennadier.
 "Good morning, good morning, good morning," said he,
 "O where are you going, my pretty lady?"
 "I"m going a-walking by the clear crystal stream,
 To see cool waters glide and hear nightingales sing."
 "O soldier, O soldier, will you marry me?"
 "Oh, no my sweet lady, that never can be:
 For I've got a wife at home in my own country;
 Two wives and the army's too many for me."
 As I was a-walking one morning in May,
 I spied a young couple a-making of hay.
 O one was a fair maid and her beauty shone clear,
 And the other was a soldier, a bold grennadier.