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The Albion Band's version
Hark, says the fair maid, the nightingale is singing The larks they
are ringing their notes up in the air Small birds and turtledoves on every bough are building The sun is just a-glimmering;
arise my dear.
Rise up, my fair one, and pick your love a posy It is the finest
flower that ever my eyes did see It's I will bring you posies, both lily-white pinks and roses; There's none so fair
a flower as the lad I adore.
Lemady, Lemady, you are a lovely creature You are the fairest flower
that ever my eyes did see I'll play you a tune all on the pipes of ivory So early in the morning before break of day.
Arise and pick a posy, sweet lily pink and rosy It is the finest
flower that ever I did see Small birds and turtledoves on every bough are building The sun is just a-glimmering; arise
my dear
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One Midsummers Morn
lyrics from Mudcat
One midsummer's morn, as I was a-walking, The fields and the meadows
were covered with green The birds a-sweetly singing, so pleasant and so charming So early in the morning by the break
of day.
Oh hark, hark, the nightingales are singing, The larks they are
taking their flight into the air, And in every green border the turtle-doves are building, Just as the sun was glimmering;
arise, my dear!
Arise, arise! Go pluck your love a posy, One of the prettiest flowers
that grows in yonder green, Oh yes! I'll arise and pluck lilies, pinks and roses, All for my dearest Lemady, the girl
I adore.
Oh Lemady, oh Lemady, what lovely lass art thou, Thou art the fairest
creature that ever my eye did see! I'll play you a tune all on the pipes of ivory, So early in the morning, by the break
of day.
They why should my true love be banished from me? For if she should
die I should never see her more. Oh why should my parents look so slightly on me? They rob me of my Lemady, the girl
I adore
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Eliza Carthy's Version
As I was a-walking one midsummer's morning, Fields and the meadows
were covered with green Birds a-sweetly singing, so pleasant and so charming Early in the morning by the break of day.
Hark, says the fair maid, the nightingales are singing, larks they
are winging their notes up in the air, Small birds and turtle-doves on every bower building, Day is just a-glimmering;
arise, my dear!
Rise up, my fair one, and pick your love a posy, It's the fairest
flower that ever my eyes did see, It's I will pick you posies, both lily-white, pinks and roses, There's none so fair
a flower, that's the lad I adore.
Lemady, Lemady, you are a lovely creature, You're the fairest flower
that ever my eyes did see! I'll play you a tune all on the pipes of ivory, Early in the morning, by the break of the
day.
Why should my true love go banished from me? For if he should die
I would never see him more. It was my cruel parents that look so slightly on me? Because of the colour that my true
love wears.
Lemady, Lemady, you are a lovely creature, You're the fairest flower
that ever my eyes did see! I'll play you a tune all on the pipes of ivory, Early in the morning, by the break of the
day.
Lemady, Lemady Lemady, Lemady
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A Cornish version
Limadie
Oh early one morning as I was walking The fields and the meadows
they looked so green and gay The birds sang so sweetly, so pleasant and so charming So early in the morning at the break
of the day.
Oh hark, oh hark how the nightingale is singing The lark she is
taking her flight in the air The turtle dove in every green bower is building The sun is just glimmering, arise then,
my dear.
Arise, love, arise, I have plucked you a nosegay The sweetest of
flowers that grow in yonder grove Oh I have plucked them fresh from the lily, pink and rosetree And it's all for my
Limadie, the girl that I love.
O Limadie, O Limadie, thou art the fairest flower Thou art the sweetest
flower that e'er mine eyes did see And the tunes that I will play to thee shall be on flute of ivory For my heart is
so full of soft love melody.
Oh why should my true love be banished from me? Oh why should she
die and I never see her more? Because that her parents look so slightingly upon me I too will die for Limadie, the girl
I adore.
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