The Banks of the Daisy

If ever I get married, it will be in the month of June,
When the fields they are a-springing and the flowers are in bloom.
And I'll take my love a-walking by the light of the moon,
All alone by the banks of the Daisy.

Oh, her lily white shoulders were very near bare,
And her cheeks were like roses that no other could compare,
And the heavy drops of dew on her long golden hair
Like the roses that bloom in the morning.

“Oh, love, dearest love, do not keep me standing here,
For my parents they are wealthy and they’re very severe,
And if they should banish their own daughter dear
Where then could I look for some haven?”

“If your parents they are wealthy, love, and angry as you say,
They will take me for some vagrant and I’d sooner run away;
And they’d sooner see their daughter dear a-mouldering in the clay
Than for a wretch like me to enjoy her.

“I’ll go to some foreign country where there I’m not known
And I’ll take a glass of liquor or I’ll leave it alone,
And if any man don’t like me, he can keep his daughters home
And I’ll go seek another true lover.”

“You can leave me, you can leave me, that is all very true,
But I’ll never find another that I love as well as you.
And I never can exchange the old love for the new,
So now, dearest dear, do not leave me.”

Note: I used to hear this song sung by the young people when I was a child of nine or ten.

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