X:91 T:There Was A Maid In Her Father's Garden R:song D:Dolores Keane Z:id:hn-song-91 M:3/4 L:1/8 Q:1/4=60 K:Edor (B,>D) | E>F E2 EF | AB dHe (ed) | B>A B2 AF | E>F D2 (B,>D) | E>F E2 EF | AB dHe ed | B>A BB AF | ED E2 || W:There was a maid in her father's garden W:a gentleman, being passing by W:He stood a while and he gazed upon her W:Saying: "Fair young lady, will you marry me?" W: W:"I'm not a lady, but a poor girl W:And a poor girl of low degree W:So now, young man, choose another sweetheart W:For I'm not fitting your maid to be." W: W:"I have houses and I have lands W:and I have money to set you free. W:I'll make you a nice young lady W:And you'll have servants to wait on thee." W: W:"It's seven years since I had a sweetheart W:And seven more since I did him see W:Seven more I will wait upon him W:And if he's alive, he'll come home to me." W: W:"It's seven years since you had a sweetheart W:And seven more since you did him see W:Seven more you will wait upon him W:Perhaps this young man you'll never see." W: W:If he's sick, I wish him better W:And if he's dead, I wish him rest W:If he's alive, he will come home to me W:For he's the young man that I love best." W: W:He put his hand into his pocket W:His lily-white fingers, being thin and small W:And out between them he drew a gold ring W:And when she saw it, down she did fall W: W:He took her up all in his arms W:And gave her kisses most tenderly W:Saying, "I'm your true love, a single sailor W:that came home from sea, love, to wed with thee" W: W:"If you're my true love, a single sailor W:Your face and features, seem strange to me W:But seven years make great alterations W:On the raging seas between you and me."