Track 28
A little pretty bonny lass
John Farmer (c. 1565-1605)

A little pretty bonny lass was walking
In midst of May, before the Sun ’gan rise:
I took her by the hand and fell to talking
Of this and that, as best I could devise.
I swore I would, yet still she said I should not
Do what I would, and yet for all I could not.