A lawyer he went out one day,
A riding through the city,
It was there he met with a handsome maid,
And he thought her so sweet and pretty.

"Good morning to you, pretty maid,
O whither are you going?"
"I am going a-down yonder meadow," she said,
"Where my father he is a-mowing."

"I'll take you up to London town,
And all such lovely places,
I will busk you into a silken gown,
Gold rings and gold chains and laces."

"I'll have none of your London town,
Nor any other places,
I will not be busked into a silen gown,
Gold rings and gold chains and laces."

And now she is a poor man's wife,
Her husband dearly loves her,
And she lives a sweet and contented life,
There's no lady in town above her.