Proud Maisrie

Proud May's wrist stands in the bower door

As slim as a willow wand

And by the comer gardener child

With a red rose in his hand, his hand

A red rose in his hand

O you shall have my rose fair maid

If you'll give your flower to me

And among the flowers in your father's yard

I'll make a gown for thee, for thee

I'll make a gown for thee

Your dress shall be the smelling thyme

And your petticoat camo-wine

And your apron of the celandine

Come kiss, sweetheart, and join, and join

Come kiss, sweetheart, and join

Your feet I'll shoe with yon red rue

That grows in the garden fond

And I'll line them with the turpentine

So join your love with mine, with mine

So join your love with mine

Since you have made a gown for me

Among the summer flowers

So I will make a suit for thee

Among the winter showers, showers

Among the winter showers

The milk-white snow shall be your shirt

And lie your body next

And the mock-black rain shall be your coat

With a wind-gale at your breast, your breast

A wind-gale at your breast

The bonnet that's upon your head

Shall be the southern grey

And every town that you pass by

I'll wish you were away, away

I'll wish you were away