^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ mai - den As I was a walking a - long the high - way Oh where are you going my fair pretty lady, Where are you going so early this morn, She answered, kind sir to visit my neighbours, I'm going down to Lincoln the place I was born. Oh may I go with you my fair pretty lady, May I go along in your sweet company, She turned her head round and smiling all at me, Said you may come with me kind sir if you please. We hadn't been walking a few miles together, Before this you (guitartabs.cc)
