As I walked out one May morning to take a pleasant walk,
I sat me down by an old tree to hear two lovers talk.
To hear what they might say, my dear, for to hear what they might say
So that I might know a little more about love before I go away.
Chorus:
P stands for Paddy, I suppose
J for my love John,
And the W stands for false William
And Johnny is the fairest one
Johnny is the fairest one, my dear,
Johnny is the fairest one.
And I don’t care what anybody says,
But Johnny is the fairest one.
"Come and sit you down beside meself, over here on the pleasant green,
For it’s been three quarters of a year or more since together we have been."
"No, I’ll not sit by you," says she, "Not today nor at any other time!
For I hear you love another pretty girl and your heart’s no longer mine.
Your heart’s no longer mine, my dear, no your heart’s no longer mine.
It’s been three quarters of a year-no more- and your heart’s no longer mine."
I will climb a tall tall tree and I’ll rob the wild bird’s nest.
Then I’ll come down with what I find there to the arms that I like best.
To the arms that I like best, my dear, to the arms that I like best.
Yes, I’ll climb right down and run straight home to the arms that I like best.
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