Genre: folk
Come listen- a while and I'll sing you a- song
Of three merry gentlemen riding along,
They met with Sweet Joan and to her did say
I'm afraid this cold morning will do you some harm.
O no, kind sir, the maiden said
This cold morning will do me no harm.
There's one thing I crave lies betwixt your legs
If you give me that it will keep me warm.
He got off his horse --- she mounted it quick
Looking the gentleman hard in the face,
Says, "You knew not my meaning, you wrong understand me"
And away she went galloping down the green lane.
