Come all you sweet and fair young maids

Who flower-age in your prime

Be sure and keep your garden clean

Let no man take your time

My time it is all blown away

I cannot plant a new

And in the place where my time stood

It's all grown a loving you

In June come when a prim rose flower

But that is not for me

I will pull off my prim rose flower and plant

A willow tree

Oh willow pray willow

Will sorrows mixed our mind

Do tell to all this wide white well

I love of all those yong men