Fairport Convention - Banks of the sweet primroses

As I walked out on a ^Cmidsummer's ^Dmorning For to view the ^Gfields and to ^Ctake the ^Dair Down by the ^Gbanks of the ^Csweet prim^Droses There I be^Gheld a most ^Clove ^Dlie ^Gfair

Three short steps, I ^Cstepped up ^Dto her Not knowing ^Gher as she ^Cpassed me ^Dby I stepped up ^Gto her, think^Cing for to ^Dview her She appeared to ^Gbe like some ^Cvir^Dtuous ^Gbride

I says, "Fair maid, where ^Care you ^Dgoing And what's the oc^Gcasion of ^Call your ^Dgrief? I will make you as ^Ghappy as ^Cany ^Dlady If you will ^Ggrant to me one ^Csmall ^Dre^Glief"

"Stand off, stand off, you're a ^Cfalse de^Dceiver You are a ^Gfalse deceitful ^Cman, I ^Dknow 'Tis you that has ^Gcaused my poor ^Cheart to ^Dwander And in your ^Gcomfort ^Clies ^Dno re^Gfrain"

"So I'll go down to some ^Clonesome ^Dvalley Where no man on ^Gearth shall ^Cthere me ^Dfind Where the pretty little ^Gsmall birds do ^Cchange their ^Dvoices And every ^Gmoment blows ^Cblus^Dterous ^Gwind"

So come all young men who ^Cgo a-^Dsailing Pray pay at^Gtention to ^Cwhat I ^Dsay For there's many a ^Gdark and a ^Ccloudy ^Dmorning Turns out to ^Gbe a ^Csun^Dshiny ^Gday