A maid going to Comber her markets to larn And to sell for her mammy three hanks of fine yarn She met with a young man along the highway Which caused this young damsel to dally and stray. “O Sit down beside me I mean you no harm Come sit down beside me this new tune to larn And here is three guineas your mammy to pay So lay by your yarn till the next market day.” She sat down beside him, the grass it was green The day was the fairest that ever was seen. “The look in your eye beats a morning in May I could sit by your side till the next market day.” So they sat down together and the valleys did ring And the birds in the bushes so sweetly did sing He took out his fiddle and well he could play And he played her the tune called The Next Market Day So this sweet bonny lass she did laugh and did say I love that wee tune called The Next Market Day The Next Market Day is a great tune ‘tis plain So play that tune over again and again and again… Now as she went homeward, the words he had said And the tune that he played her still rang in her head. “I’ll search for that young man by land or by sae Till he larns me the tune called The Next Market Day.” O Sit down beside me I mean you no harm ... So she went back to Comber and searched for him long And she found this young man and it’s well they got on And now they are married in sweet Killyleagh And he plays her the tune called The Next Market Day.
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