The Bold Grenadier
(Traditional-arranged by IQ)
As I was a-walking one morning in May
I spied a young couple a-making of hay
Oh, one was a fair maid
And her beauty shone clear
And the other was a soldier
A bold grenadier
"Good morning, good morning
Good morning," said he
"Oh, where are you going, my pretty lady?"
"I am going a-walking
By the clear crystal stream
To see cool water glide
And hear nightingales sing"
"Oh soldier, oh soldier, will you marry me?"
"Oh no, my sweet lady, that can never be
For I have a wife at home in my own country
Two wives and the army's too many for me"