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Title
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Banker
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Singer
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Puffet, John
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
As I walked out one morning fair,
To view the fields and to take the air;
'Twas there I saw a young banker alone,
Leaving his true love to make her mourn.
Verse 2
He says - 'Pretty maid, will you come on deck,
For the chains of gold hanging round your neck?'
These words she says - 'You may prove true,'
The answer he made - 'I'll have none of you.'
Verse 3
The young banker turned to go away,
She followed after and bade him stay;
'Oh stay, oh stay, love, and I'll prove true.'
But the answer he made - 'I'll have none of you.'
Verse 4
Then this sweet, pretty maid her senses lost,
Ever since the day that her love was crost;
She sings and cries and longs for the day,
Cursing the hours she said - 'Nay, nay, nay.'
Verse 5
The young banker had such a handsome face,
Around his neck was a piece of lace;
And besides he had such lovely hair,
And cheeks as soft as a damsel fair.
