A-down the hill I went one morn A lovely maid I spied Her hair was bright as the dew that wets Sweet Anner's verdant side "And where go ye, sweet maid?" said I She raised her eyes of blue And smiled and said, "The boy I wed I'm to meet in the foggy dew" Go hide your blooms, ye roses red And droop, ye lilies rare Or you must pale for very shame Before a maid so fair Said I, "Dear maid, will you be my bride?" Beneath her eyes of blue She smiled and said, "The boy I wed I'm to meet in the foggy dew." A-down the hill I went at morn A-singing I did go A-down the hill I went at morn She answered soft and low "Yes, I will be your own dear bride And I know that you'll be true!" Then sighed in my arms, and all her charms Were hid in the foggy dew