Bonny Irish Boy - Steeleye Span

As I roved out one morning

All in the blooming spring

I overheard a damsel

Most grievously sing —

Saying cruel were my parents

Who did me sore annoy

They would not let me tarry with my bonny Irish boy

His hair is like the chestnut brown

His eyes as black as sloes;

He is meek in his behaviour

Wherever that he goes

He is well-sized, both neat and wise

Like a maiden’s chastity

If I had my will I would be still

In my love’s company

If I had all the riches now

That great men have in store

'Tis freely I’d bestow them

On the man that I adore;

His beauty so entangled me

I never can deny

In the arms of my labouring boy

I mean to live and die