John Farmer - A little pretty bonny lass - текст песни (слова)

A little pretty bonny lass was walking
 In midst of May before the sun 'gan rise.
 I took her by the hand and fell to talking
 Of this and that, as best I could devise.
 I swore I would, yet still she said I should not
 Do what I would, and yet for all I could not.