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O as I was a-walking down by yon mill-town,The fair and lovely mountains they did me surround;'Twas there I saw a fair maid, and to me she looked grand;She was plucking wild roses on the banks of the Bann.So I stepped up to this fair one, and to her I did say,"Since nature has formed us for to meet on this day --Since nature has formed us, won't you give me your hand,Aye, and we will walk together on the banks of the Bann."Now it being a summer's evening and a fine quiet place,I knew by the blushes that appeared on her face....We both lay down together unto a bed of sand,And she rolled into my arms on the banks of the Bann."O young man, you have wronged me; won't you tell me your name,So that when the babe is born I may give it the same?""My name is Willie Archer, and I'd have you understandThat my home and habitation lie close to the Bann."But I cannot marry you, for apprenticed I'm boundTo the spinning and the weaving in Rathfriland town.But when my time is ended I will give you my handAnd we will be married on the banks of the Bann."So come all you fair maidens, take warning by me:Don't go out a-courting by one, two, or three.Don't go out a-courting so late if you can,Or you'll meet with Willie Archer on the banks of the Bann. From Letras Mania