As I was walking in yon park,
A lass I spied twas getting dark,
Why doest she sit there all alone,
Twas time that she went home.
Now, now fair lass why doest thy weep,
Lie in my arms and have a sleep,
Nay, nay young man I know thee not,
Thou mustn’t hold me thou might be hot.
With eyes amazed at yonder lass,
Doest thou not trust me in the grass,
Young man whilst thou not be told,
This body of mine thou cannot hold.
The lass stood up so went to go,
Then this man whost besotted so,
Said whilst thou be in the park again,
Yon lass did blush and went all vain.
And should I be here sir then what?
He turned and said I’ve got a lot
How cheeky my dear sir you are,
If tomorrow thou is here I will run so very far.