Songs > Buxom Lass
A G D A As I rode out one morning, I met a Buxom Lass A G D Dsus4 A She was going to the Dairy, she kept a field of grass A G D Dsus4 A It grew between two mountains, down by a rising stream A D A G A 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 itís far from here I live She said if you do please me, I solemnly do swear Iíll 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, Iíll cut your grass, close unto the ground. With courage like a lion, I entered to her field I swore Iíd 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, youíre tired of your work. I said my handsome fair maid, do not on me frown For if I stay the summer through, I still canít mow it down It is such pleasant weather, there bears such a crop of grass Itís 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.