As I was going to Tynwald Fair
I met a merry maiden,
I said to her, “Why go you there?
With what is your basket laden?”
She answered me quite prettily,
“What’s that to you, I pray, sir?
If I should choose to take my goose,
Now will you say me nay, sir?”
And so we went to Tynwald Fair,
Together did we wander.
To match her bird did I despair,
Though I had a fine young gander.
That was, I trow, long years ago,
And ever since I sigh, sir;
‘Twas all in vain for ne’er again
Did she light upon my eye, sir!