Lovely Joan

D C G D A fine young man it was indeed C G D He mounted upon his milk white steed C G D G He rode, he rode, himself all alone C G D Until he came to Lovely Joan C G D "Good morning to you my pretty maid" C G D And "Twice good morning, sir" she said C G D G He tipped her the wink, she rolled a dark eye C G D Said he to himself, "I'll be there by and by" C G D "Oh, don't you think these pooks of hay C G D A pretty place for us to play C G D G So come with me my sweet young thing C G D And I'll give you my golden ring" C G D Then he pulled off his ring of gold