(Trad) One morning very early all in
the month of May
As I roved out to take the air all nature it was
gay
The moon had not yet veiled her face but through
the trees did shine
As I wandered for amusement on the banks of
Brandywine
At such an early hour I was surprised
to see
A pretty maid with downcast eyes all on those
banks so gay
I modestly saluted her, she knew not my design
I requested her sweet company on the banks of
Brandywine
She said, Young man, be civil, your
company I forsake
For in my real opinion I think you are a rake
My love's a valiant sailor lad, and he's gone to
the main
While comfortless I'll wander on the banks of
Brandywine
I wish not to afflict your mind but
rather it to ease
That these dreadful apprehensions that's in your
mind might cease
Your love, my dear, in wedlock's bands another
one has joined
She swooned into my arms on the banks of
Brandywine
The lofty hills and craggy rocks
re-echoed back her strain
The pleasant groves and rural shades did echo to
her pain
Ho often had he promised me in Hymen's chains to
join
Now I'm a maid forsaken on the banks of
Brandywine
Oh no my dear, that ne'er shall be,
behold your Henry now
I'll clasp you to my bosom, love, I'll ne'er
forget my vow
It's now I know you're true, my dear, in Hymen's
chains we'll join
And we'll bless the happy hour we met on the
banks of Brandywine
(as sung by Kevin Mitchell)