Oh, down the hill I went one morn A lovely maid I spied
Her hair was bright as the dew that wept Sweet and her seldom tight
And where go you, sweet maid, said I She raised her eyes of blue
And smiled and said the boy I heard I'm to meet in the flurry
Oh, down the hill I went one morn A lovely maid I spied
Go hide your blooms, ye roses red And droop, ye lilies rare
For you must pale for very shame Before a maid so fair
Said I, dear maid
Go hide your blooms, ye roses red And droop, ye lilies rare
And will you be my bride She raised her eyes of blue
And smiled and said the boy I heard I'm to meet in the flurry
Oh, down the hill I went one morn A lovely maid I spied
Her hair was bright as the dew that wept Sweet and her seldom tight
I will be your own dear bride
And I know that you will be true
Then sighed in my arms
And all her charms
Were hidden in the foggy dew
Then sighed in my arms
And all her charms
Were hidden in the foggy dew
© transcript Emily Beynon