Pretty Little Miss Out In The Garden

Pretty little miss out in the garden, Strange young man came riding by. Down at the gate he did address her, Saying, "Pretty little miss, won't you marry me?" "No, kind sir, I have a love on the ocean, Seven year long, sailed on the sea, And if he sails on seven years longer, Not a man on earth can marry me." "Perhaps your love he is drownded. Perhaps he's in some battle land. Perhaps he stole some pretty girl and married. You'll never see your love again." "If he's drownded, I hope he's happy, Or if he's in some battle land, Or if he stole some pretty girl and married, I'll love the girl that married him." He pulled his hands both out of his pockets, His fingers bein' both keen and small. "This is th'ring you placed upon here." Down by his feet she did fall. He picked her up in his arms so tender. Kisses he gave her, one, two, three. "This is your little single soldier Returning home for to marry thee."