Seventeen Come Sunday Lyrics

	作词 : Traditional
	Traditional
	As I strolled out one May morning
	One May morning so early
	I overtook a handsome maid
	And, my goodness, she was early
	Her shoes were black and her stockings were white
	And her buckles they shone like silver
	She had a dark and rolling eye
	And her hair hung over her shoulder
	‘How old are you my fair pretty maid
	How old are you my honey?
	She answered me so cheerfully
	‘Well, I'm seventeen come Sunday
	‘Could you love me my fair pretty maid
	Could you love me my honey?
	She answered me so tearfully
	‘Oh, I can't because of Mummy
	‘But if you come to my Mummy's house
	When the moon is shining brightly
	‘Oh, I'll come down and let you in
	‘And my Mummy shall not hear me
	So he went to her Mummy's house
	When the moon was brightly shining
	And she came down and she let him in
	And she rolled in his arms till the morning
	She says ‘Kind sir, will you marry me?
	I says ‘Oh no, my honey
	For the fife and drum is my delight
	And I'm happy in the army

	zuo ci : Traditional
	Traditional
	As I strolled out one May morning
	One May morning so early
	I overtook a handsome maid
	And, my goodness, she was early
	Her shoes were black and her stockings were white
	And her buckles they shone like silver
	She had a dark and rolling eye
	And her hair hung over her shoulder
	' How old are you my fair pretty maid
	How old are you my honey?
	She answered me so cheerfully
	' Well, I' m seventeen come Sunday
	' Could you love me my fair pretty maid
	Could you love me my honey?
	She answered me so tearfully
	' Oh, I can' t because of Mummy
	' But if you come to my Mummy' s house
	When the moon is shining brightly
	' Oh, I' ll come down and let you in
	' And my Mummy shall not hear me
	So he went to her Mummy' s house
	When the moon was brightly shining
	And she came down and she let him in
	And she rolled in his arms till the morning
	She says ' Kind sir, will you marry me?
	I says ' Oh no, my honey
	For the fife and drum is my delight
	And I' m happy in the army

	zuò cí : Traditional
	Traditional
	As I strolled out one May morning
	One May morning so early
	I overtook a handsome maid
	And, my goodness, she was early
	Her shoes were black and her stockings were white
	And her buckles they shone like silver
	She had a dark and rolling eye
	And her hair hung over her shoulder
	' How old are you my fair pretty maid
	How old are you my honey?
	She answered me so cheerfully
	' Well, I' m seventeen come Sunday
	' Could you love me my fair pretty maid
	Could you love me my honey?
	She answered me so tearfully
	' Oh, I can' t because of Mummy
	' But if you come to my Mummy' s house
	When the moon is shining brightly
	' Oh, I' ll come down and let you in
	' And my Mummy shall not hear me
	So he went to her Mummy' s house
	When the moon was brightly shining
	And she came down and she let him in
	And she rolled in his arms till the morning
	She says ' Kind sir, will you marry me?
	I says ' Oh no, my honey
	For the fife and drum is my delight
	And I' m happy in the army

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