Fair Miss in the Garden
A pretty fair miss was working in her garden
And a neat young soldier came riding by
He got down and stepped up to her
Saying pretty fair miss will you fancy I?

No oh, No, you're not the man of honor
No you're not the one I'm a thinking you to be
For the boy that I love so dearly
He's a sailing on the deep blue sea

Perhaps he's on some ship a sailing
Or if he's on some battlefield slain
Or if he's took some fair girl to marry
I'll love that girl for loving him

He took his hands out of his pockets
And on each finger was a ring of gold;
When she saw them then she knew him
And she fainted at his feet right there did fall

He picked her up all in his arms
And the kisses that he gave her was one, two, three;
This is your true and faithful soldier
Has returned from war for to marry you