Lovely Joan

歌詞

A fine young man it was indeed He was mounted on his milk white steed He rode, he rode, himself all alone Until he came to Lovely Joan "Good morning to you my pretty maid", And "Twice good morning, sir" she said, He gave her a wink, she rolled a dark eye Said he to himself "I'll be there by and by" Oh don't you think these pooks of hay A pretty place for us to play So come with me my sweet young thing And I'll give you my golden ring then he pulled off his ring of gold "My pretty little miss, do this behold. I'll freely give it for your maidenhead" And her cheeks they blushed like the roses red "Give me that ring into my hand And I will neither stay nor stand For this would do more more good to me Than 20 maidenheads" said she And as he made for the pooks of hay She leap'd on his horse and tore away He called, he called, but it was all in vain Young Joan, she never looked back again Nor did she think herself quite safe No, not till she came to her true love's gate She's robbed him of his horse and his ring And left him to rage in the meadows green