Rising early out of bed across the fields I steered O
When, oh and I, a young woman I spied, a pretty fair maiden appeared O
Her health was fair, I do declare, she had neither a hat nor feather on
She stooped so low, gave me to know 'twas mushrooms she was gathering O
"Where are you going?" says I, "My dear, why are you up so early O?
I've seen you on the dewy grass before the sower early O"
Quite modestly she answered me and she gave her head one fetch up
And she said, "I am gathering mushrooms for to make my mammy ketchup O
Her parting breast on mine she pressed, her heart was like a feather O
Her lips on mine did gently join, and we both sat down together O
Rising early out of bed across the fields I steered O
When, oh and I, a young woman I spied, a pretty fair maiden appeared O
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