Lovely Joan

Am G D Am A fine young man it was indeed C Dm Am All mounted upon his milk white steed Am G D He rode, he rode, he rode all alone Am G D Am Until he met sweet Lovely Joan Am G D Am "Good morning to you my pretty young maid" C Dm Am And "Twice good morning, to you" she said Am G D He gave her the wink, but she rolled her dark eye Am G D Am Said he to himself, "I'll be there by and by" Am G D Am "Oh, don't you think these pooks of hay C Dm Am Will make a pretty place for us to play Am G D So come with me my sweet young thing Am G D Am And I'll give you my golden ring" Am G D Am He took off his ring, his ring of gold C Dm Am And said "My pretty young miss, do this behold Am G D I'll give it freely for your maidenhead" Am G D Am And her cheeks they blushed like the roses red Am G D Am "Come give me that ring into my hand C Dm Am And I will neither stay nor stand Am G D For your ring is woth much more to me Am G D Am Than twenty maidenheads" said she Am G D Am So, as he made his way to the hay C Dm Am She leaped on his horse and rode away Am G D He caled, he caled, but he called in vain Am G D Am For Joan she ne'er looked back again Am G D Am But nor did she think herself quite safe C Dm Am Untill she came to her true love's gates Am G D She's robbed him of his horse and ring Am G D Am And left him in a rage in the meadows green