As I was a-walking one morning in May
I spied a young couple a-making of hay.
Oh, one was a fair maid and her beauty shone clear
and the other was a soldier, a bold grenadier.

Good morning, good morning, good morning said he
Oh, where are you going my pretty lady?
I am going a-walking by the clear crystal stream
to see cool waters glide and hear nightingales sing.

Oh soldier, oh soldier, will you marry me?
Oh no, my sweet lady that never can be.
For I’ve got a wife at home in my own country,
Two wives and the army’s too many for me.

One morning, one morning, one morning in May
I spied a young couple a-making of hay.
Oh, one was a fair maid and her beauty shone clear
and the other was a soldier, a bold grenadier.

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Note: I edited out 10 seconds of water pouring from the gutter and onto Fanny’s grave at 1:19. In the context of the film those 10 seconds are a poignant interlude, but for this clip I wanted to keep the emphasis on the song itself.

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