'Twas in the prime of summer time, When hay it was a making; And harvest tide was coming on, And barley wanted raking; Two woeful lovers met one day, With sighs their sad farewell to say, For John to place must go away, And Betty's heart was breaking. Lovers oft have proved untrue; 'las! what can poor maidens do? 2 But hardly was her sweet-heart gone, With vows of ne'er forsaking; The foolish wench did so take on, To ease her bosom's aching-- She sent a letter to her love, Invoking all the powers above, If he should e'er inconstant prove, To her and the Barley raking. Lovers oft have proved untrue; 'las! what can poor maidens do? 3 Now when this letter reached the youth, It put him in a taking; Sure of each other's love and truth, Why such a fuss be making? But being a tender hearted swain, From hasty words he did refrain, And wrote to her in gentle strain, To bid her cease from quaking. Lovers oft have proved untrue; 'las! what can poor maidens do? 4 "I've got as good a pair of shoes As e'er were made of leather; I'll pull my beaver o'er my nose, And face all wind and weather; And when the year has run its race, I'll seek a new and nearer place; And hope to see your bonnie face At time of the Barley raking." Lovers oft have proved untrue; 'las! what can poor maidens do? 5 So when the year was past and gone, And hay once more was making; Back to his love came faithful John, To find a rude awaking: For Betty thought it long to wait, So she had ta'en another mate, And left her first love to his fate, In spite of the Barley raking. Damsels oft have proved untrue; 'las! what can poor lovers do? No. 86 A SHIP CAME SAILING H.F.S. [Music] 1 A ship came sailing over the sea As deeply laden as she could be; My sorrows fill me to the brim, I care not if I sink or swim. 2[25] Ten thousand ladies in the room, But my true love's the fairest bloom, Of stars she is my brightest sun, I said I would have her or none. 3 I leaned my back against an oak, But first it bent and then it broke, Untrusty as I found that tree, So did my love prove false to me. 4 Down in a mead the other day, As carelessly I went my way, And plucked flowers red and blue, I little thought what love could do. 5 I saw a Rose with ruddy blush, And thrust my hand into the bush, I pricked my fingers to the bone, I would I'd left that rose alone! 6 I wish! I wish! but 'tis in vain, I wish I had my heart again! With silver chain and diamond locks, I'd fasten it in a golden box. [Footnote 25: May be omitted in singing.] No. 87 THE RAMBLING SAILOR H.F.S. [Music] 1