Says he, Shall you and I, lady,
Among the grass lie down,
And I will have a special care
Of rumpling of your gown.
        Singing loudly whistle in the wind,
        Blow the wind hi ho,
        Blow away the morning dew,
        How sweet the winds do blow.

If you will go along with me
Unto my father’s hall,
You shall enjoy my maidenhead
And my estates and all,
        Singing loudly whistle in the wind,
        Blow the wind hi ho,
        Blow away the morning dew,
        How sweet the winds do blow.

He put her on a milk-white steed,
Himself all on another,
And all the day they rode along
Like sister and like brother,
        Singing loudly whistle in the wind,
        Blow the wind hi ho,
        Blow away the morning dew,
        How sweet the winds do blow.

And when she came to her father’s gate
She tirled at the pin,
And ready stood the porter there
To let the fair maid in,
        Singing loudly whistle in the wind,
        Blow the wind hi ho,
        Blow away the morning dew,
        How sweet the winds do blow.

Says she, I am a maid within,
And you’re a fool without,
There never were a butcher’s boy
Put me in so much doubt,
        Singing loudly whistle in the wind,
        Blow the wind hi ho,
        Blow away the morning dew,
        How sweet the winds do blow.

There is a cock in father’s barn
He never trod a hen.
He flies about and flaps his wings,
I think you’re one of them,
        Singing loudly whistle in the wind,
        Blow the wind hi ho,
        Blow away the morning dew,
        How sweet the winds do blow.

There is a flower in our garden
We call it marigold,
And if you will not when you may,
You shall not when you would,
        Singing loudly whistle in the wind,
        Blow the wind hi ho,
        Blow away the morning dew,
        How sweet the winds do blow.

When you meet a pretty maid
A mile or two from town,
Never mind her gay clothing,
But lay her on the ground,
        Singing loudly whistle in the wind,
        Blow the wind hi ho,
        Blow away the morning dew,
        How sweet the winds do blow.