He whistled a merry tune as he walked down the road

He saw a bonny lass on that merry day

And made love to her in the hay

But she truly was a fickle lass and left him that very day

He whistled a downcast tune as walked down the road

He saw a pretty lass on that awful day

And had sex with her on the hay

But he truly was a fickle lad and left her that very day

He whistled a merry tune as walked down the road

He saw a crying lass

Sitting on the hay

And he stayed with her that day

And didn’t leave until his end of days