Down in the Low Country ~ Ellen Mary Trinder (nee WEBB) ~ 1838-1923
It was down in the low country,
A charming young damsel did dwell,
And she to the market went three times a week,
Her dairy goods there for to sell.
As she was a-rambling along one morning,
Before the break of day,
She had not been wandering, not past half a mile,
Before she had lost her sweet way.
She rambled all over the down,
And wandered it over again,
Till at length she spied a young shepherd boy,
Who was feeding his flock there with hay.
"Good morning, young maiden," said he,
"Good morning, young fellow," said she,
"I am a young maid and I have lost my way,
Except thou a friend prove to be."
"Oh, sit thyself down on this stile,
Oh, sit thyself down for a while,
And I'll show thee the way, the very nearest way,
Within past one half a mile."
"Good morning, young maiden," said he,
"Good morning, young fellow," said she,
"And if ever I should chance for to come this way again,
I surely will call upon thee."
A charming young damsel did dwell,
And she to the market went three times a week,
Her dairy goods there for to sell.
As she was a-rambling along one morning,
Before the break of day,
She had not been wandering, not past half a mile,
Before she had lost her sweet way.
She rambled all over the down,
And wandered it over again,
Till at length she spied a young shepherd boy,
Who was feeding his flock there with hay.
"Good morning, young maiden," said he,
"Good morning, young fellow," said she,
"I am a young maid and I have lost my way,
Except thou a friend prove to be."
"Oh, sit thyself down on this stile,
Oh, sit thyself down for a while,
And I'll show thee the way, the very nearest way,
Within past one half a mile."
"Good morning, young maiden," said he,
"Good morning, young fellow," said she,
"And if ever I should chance for to come this way again,
I surely will call upon thee."
