(intro) As I walked out one morning fair, to view the fields and taste the air, for to view the fields and nettles around, I thought I heard some lonesome sound. I thought I heard my true love say, oh do turn and come this way. ( ) You love some other, you don’t love me, you care not for my company. You love some other and I know why, because he has more gold than I. But gold will melt and silver will fly, my love for you will never die. ( ) There is a flower I’ve heard them say that can be seen from day to day, and if that flower I only could find to cure this aching heart of mine. ( ) So fare you well my charming little love, oh meet me in that land above. And when we meet there in that land, we’ll take no more this parting hand. ( )