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As I roved out one morning,
One morning before the sun,
I spied a pretty young maiden
Making a dreadful mourn;
I stepped up closely to her
To hear what she would mean,
When a crystal tear fell from her eye
For Johnny from Hazelgreen.
I said, "My pretty fair maid,
What makes you mourn like this,
Are your father and mother both dead
And gone and you left in distress?"
"My father and mother are both alive,
I regard them not one pin,
I would rather have my own true love,
Young Johnny from Hazelgreen."
What kind of a lad is your Johnny,
And whereabouts does he dwell?"
"He is so nice a young fellow
As ever my eyes beheld,
He is proper, tall, and handsome,
His shoulders broad and keen,
His hair hangs down in locks of gold,
Sweet Johnny from Hazelgreen.
Then she got up on a milk-white horse
And I got up on another,
We rode along together
Like a sister and a brother,
We rode up to a castle so high,
The like she had never seen,
And who spied her there but her own true love,
Young Johnny from Hazelgreen.
"You're welcome home, dear father,
You're welcome home to me,
You've brought to me the prettiest girl
That ever my eyes did see."
He gave her twenty kisses
Before he let her in,
And now she is the virtuous wife
Of young Johnny from Hazelgreen.
