4 I ask'd if she would wed with me, All on that sunny day, Sir! The answer that she gave to me Was surely not a nay, Sir! Among the new-mown hay. 5 Then to the church we sped with speed And Hymen join'd our hands, Sir! No more the ewes and lambs she'll feed Since she did make her answer, Among the new-mown hay. 6 A lord I be, a lady she, To town we sped straightway, Sir! To bless the day, we both agree, We met among the hay, Sir! Among the new-mown hay. No. 103 I'LL BUILD MYSELF A GALLANT SHIP (Solo or Quartette) F.W.B. [Music] 1 I'll build myself a gallant ship, A ship of noble fame; And four and twenty mariners, Shall box and man the same; And I will stand, with helm in hand, To urge them o'er the main. 2 No scarf shall o'er my shoulders go, I will not comb my hair; The pale moonlight, the candle bright Shall neither tell I'm fair. Beside the mast I stand so fast, Unresting in despair. 3 The rain may beat, and round my feet The waters wash and foam, O thou North wind lag not behind But bear me far from home! My hands I wring, and sobbing sing, As over seas I roam. 4 The moon so pale shall light my sail, As o'er the sea I fly, To where afar the Eastern star Is twinkling in the sky. I would I were with my love fair, Ere ever my love die! No. 104 COLLY, MY COW C.J.S. [Music] 1 A story, a story, I'll tell you just now, It's all about killing of Colly, my cow. Ah! my pretty Colly, poor Colly, my cow! Poor Colly will give no more milk to me now. And that is the way my fortune doth go! 2 Says little Tom Dicker, Pray what do you mean, By killing your Colly when she was so lean? Ah! my pretty Colly, &c. 3 Then cometh the Tripeman so trim and so neat, He bids me three ha'pence for belly and feet; Ah! my pretty Colly, &c. 4 Then cometh the Tanner with sword at his side, He bids me three shillings for Colly, her hide; Ah! my pretty Colly, &c. 5 Then cometh the Horner who roguery scorns, He bids me three ha'pence for Colly, her horns; Ah! my pretty Colly, &c. 6 The skin of my Colly was softer than silk, And three times a day did my Colly give milk; Ah! my pretty Colly, &c. 7 Here's an end to my Colly, she's gone past recall, I have sold my poor Colly, hide, horns, feet and all. Ah! my pretty Colly, &c. 8 Three shillings and three pence are all for my pains, I've lost my poor Colly, my milk and my gains. Ah! my pretty Colly, &c. No. 105 WITHIN A GARDEN H.F.S. [Music] 1 Within a garden a maiden lingered, When soft the shades of evening fell, Expecting, fearing, A footstep hearing, Her love appearing, To say farewell. 2