It's of a lawyer fine and gay, 
As he rode through the city
O there he spied on a lovely maid, 
She was handsome, fair an pretty.
 
"Good morning unto you fair maid, 
And where are you a-going?"
"Down in yonder green meadow," said she,
"Where my father is a-mowing."
 
"So now you come to London," he says, 
"It's there a fine lady I'll make you,
And you shall enjoy a silken gown, 
Diamonds rings, gold chain and gold laces."
 
"I'd rather be a poor man's wife
And sit at my wheel a-spinning,
Than I would be a lawyer jade 
In my laces and fine linen."
 
And now she is a poor man's wife,
Her husband dearly loves her;
She lives a sweet contented life,
No lady in town is above her.