A maid goin' to Comber, her markets to larn,
To sell for her Mammy three hanks o' fine yarn
She met with a young man along the highway
Which caused this young damsel to dally and stray
"Sit ye beside me, I mean ye no harm
Sit ye beside me this new tune to larn
Here is three guineas your Mammy to pay,
So lay by your yarn till the next market day"
They sat down together, the grass it was green
The day was the fairest that ever was seen
"Oh the look in your eye beats a mornin' o' May,
I could sit by your side till the next market day"
This young maid went home and the words that he said,
And the air that he played her still rang in her head
She says, "I'll go find him by land or by sea
Till he larns me that tune called The Next Market Day"