Songs > Buxom Lass

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As I rode out one morning, I met a Buxom Lass
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She was going to the Dairy, she kept a field of grass
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It grew between two mountains, down by a rising stream
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She hired me to cut it down, while the birds did sweetly sing.

I said my handsome fair maid, what wages will you give?
For mowing is hard labor and it’s far from here I live
She said if you do please me, I solemnly do swear
I’ll pay a crown an acre and plenty of strong beer.

I said my handsome fair maid, I like your wages well
And if I mow your meadow down, you shall say its done well
My scythe is in good order, it lately has been honed
My buxom lass, I’ll cut your grass, close unto the ground.

With courage like a lion, I entered to her field
I swore I’d mow her meadow down before that I did yield
But before I mowed a rood of ground, my scythe it bent and broke
She said my man you must give in, you’re tired of your work.

I said my handsome fair maid, do not on me frown
For if I stay the summer through, I still can’t mow it down
It is such pleasant weather, there bears such a crop of grass
It’s watered by a spring below, that makes it grow so fast.

She said my man you must give in for energy you lack
And mowing is hard labor and weakening to the back
Yes mowing is hard labor and you must it forsake
But round my little meadow, you may use your rake.