Searching For Lambs
An old English folk song, it’s in an irregular metre but is a beautiful tune. Hoping it is all right to include it -
as well as in the south of England, the song has been found occasionally in Ireland.
Here are the words:-
As I went out one May morning
One May morning betime,
I met a maid from home had strayed
Just as the sun did shine.
What makes you rise so soon my dear
Your journey to pursue
Your pretty little feet they tread so sweet
Strike off the morning dew.
I’m going to feed my father’s flock,
His young and tender lambs
That over hills and over dales
Lie waiting for their dams.
O stay, O stay you handsome maid,
And rest a moment here,
For there is none but you alone,
That I do love so dear.
How gloriously the sun doth shine,
How pleasant is the air,
I’d rather rest on a true lover’s breast
Than any other where.
For I am thine and thou art mine;
no man shall uncomfort thee;
We’ll join our hands in wedded bands
And married we will be.