Thomas Hall

So early, so early, so early one mornin'
As I was walkin' down the street
As those cold drops of rain were fallin'
This fair maiden I chanced to meet.

Good mornin', good mornin' my pretty little damsel
Do you think that you could fancy me?
Oh no, my fancy's on a brisk young farmer
Who has lately crossed the sea.

Oh, describe him, oh, describe him
Pray describe him unto me
Perhaps, some time, Lord, I might have seen him
Since I've lately crossed the sea.

Oh, he was tall and fair and handsome
He was honest, brave and kind
He had black hair, an' he wore it shingled
Oh , those pretty blue eyes were mine.

Yes, I saw him and I knew him
And his name was Thomas Hall
I saw a French cannon ball shot through him
Oh, the death that he did fall.

Surely, surely you're mistaken
Surely, surely, you are he
Just to convince you of this matter
There's the ring that I gave thee...