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Title
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March away
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Singer
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Sawyer, David [Phoebus]
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Yonder sits a lovely creature,
Who she is I do not know;
I will court her for my pleasure,
Whether she answers 'Yea' or 'No'.
Chorus
March away, march away,
Trumpets sound and cymbals play,
March away, march away,
To the merry little fife and drum.
Verse 2
'Madam I am come to court you,
If so be you'll let me in.'
'Oh yes,' she said, 'my handsome fellow;
But perhaps you may this way again.'
Chorus
Verse 3
'Madam, I've got gold and silver,
Madam, I've got houses and land,
Madam, I've got words of pleasure,
And shall be at your command.'
Chorus
Verse 4
'I don't value your gold and silver,
I don't value your house and land,
I don't value your words of pleasure,
If I could but gain a handsome man.'
Chorus
Verse 5
'Madam do not dwell on beauty,
Beauty's a flower that grows in May,
Beauty's a flower that grows in summer,
Soon it will die and fade away.'
Chorus
Verse 6
'Ripe is the apple that is soonest rotten,
Hot is the love that is soonest cold,
Young men's vows are soonest forgotten,
And so, pretty maid, don't speak so bold.'
Chorus
