Historical Folk Lyrics
"The New Mown Hay"
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As I roved out one evening in the lovely month of May,
Down by a flowery garden I carelessly did stray,
Down by a flowery garden I carelessly did stray,
And there I spied a pretty young bride a-tossing out her hay.
Down by a flowery garden I carelessly did stray,
Down by a flowery garden I carelessly did stray,
And there I spied a pretty young bride a-tossing out her hay.
Good morning, madam, I replied; good morning, sir, said she.
Have you the burden all alone to spread and toss your hay?
My brothers they are all gone to the bogs far away,
They left me here to bide alone to spread and toss my hay.
Have you the burden all alone to spread and toss your hay?
My brothers they are all gone to the bogs far away,
They left me here to bide alone to spread and toss my hay.
I'll be your humble servant, without any delay.
Whatever lies at your command I'm willing to obey,
Whatever lies at your command I'm willing to obey,
If you'll admit and give consent to spread and toss your hay.
Whatever lies at your command I'm willing to obey,
Whatever lies at your command I'm willing to obey,
If you'll admit and give consent to spread and toss your hay.
I thank you for your offer, sir, so please pass on your way,
For if my papa comes to know it's angry he will be,
For if my papa comes to know it's angry he will be,
So go and leave me as you found me to spread and toss my hay.
For if my papa comes to know it's angry he will be,
For if my papa comes to know it's angry he will be,
So go and leave me as you found me to spread and toss my hay.
I placed my arms around her waist and gently laid her down,
Upon her lips I placed a kiss which caused this girl to frown.
While she was in her merriment, sure I had time to play.
I cried, for shame, I played the game, I spoiled her new-mown hay. ยท
Upon her lips I placed a kiss which caused this girl to frown.
While she was in her merriment, sure I had time to play.
I cried, for shame, I played the game, I spoiled her new-mown hay. ยท
You've spoiled my new mown hay, she cried, and something else besides,
And bear the pride of honour you must make me your bride.
So call unto my father's house all at the break of day
And a noble fortune you will gain for tossing out my hay.
So call unto my father's house all at the break of day
And a noble fortune you will gain for tossing out my hay.
I called unto her father's house just at the break of day,
Ten thousand pounds he counted down all on my wedding day,
Ten thousand pounds he counted down all on my wedding day,
So, boys, don't I get damned well paid for tossing of her hay.
Ten thousand pounds he counted down all on my wedding day,
Ten thousand pounds he counted down all on my wedding day,
So, boys, don't I get damned well paid for tossing of her hay.
They sleep so sure ori the bed and snore,
Their voices sound very low,
And it's arise, my love, and open the door.
My love she rose and opened the door
Like an angel as she stood on the floor.
Her eyes shone bright as the stars by night,
No diamonds could shine so,
And 'twas in with my love I did go.
I lay in my love's arms 'til day,
When she bid me arise and go my way,
For if my dad and mam did know
They will undo us both,
And it's go from my arms, love, go.
And as I was going out of the door
The chairs came rattling down on the floor,
Which woke the old man in surprise
The house did rattle so,
And it's hark, father, how the winds do blow.
It's down in yonder low valley low
Where my love and I oft-times did go,
What we said there we'll never declare,
No mortal man shall know,
For she is my love and her I do adore-ore-ore-ore,
And it's her I adore for evermore.
This song is from the album "Folk Songs From Newfoundland".