The Bold Grenadier - Lesley Garrett

As I was a walking one morning in May

I spied a young couple a makin' of hay.

O one was a fair maid and her beauty showed clear

and the other was a soldier, a bold grenadier.

Good morning, good morning, good morning said he O where are you going my pretty lady?

I’m a going a walking by the clear crystal stream

to see cool water glide and hear nightingales sing.

O soldier, o soldier, will you marry me?

O no, my sweet lady that never can be.

For I’ve got a wife at home in my own country,

Two wives and the army’s too many for me.