Mowing the Barley A Lawyer he went out one day, A for to take his pleasure, And who should he spy but some fair pretty girl -So handsome and so clever. Where are you going to my pretty maid? Where are you going my honey? I'm over the hills kind sir she said To my father a mowing the barley The Lawyer he went out next day A-thinking for to view her; But she gave him the slip and away she went All over the hills to her father This lawyer had a useful nag, And soon he overtook her. He caught her by the waist so small And on his horse he placed her Saying hold up your cheeks, my fair pretty maid Hold up your cheeks my honey That I may give you a fair pretty kiss I and a handful of gold and silver Oh keep your gold and silver too And take it where you're going; For there's many a rogue and scamp like you Has brought poor girls to ruin But now she is the Lawyer's wife And the Lawyer loves her dearly They live in the happiest content of life And will in the place above JY
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