In holiday gown and my new fangled hat, last Monday I tript to the fair;
I held up my head and I'll tell you for what, Brisk Roger I guessed would be there.
He woos me to marry whenever we meet. There's honey, sure, dwells on his tongue;
He hugs me so close, and he kisses so sweet, I'd wed if I were not too young, too young.

He whispered such soft pretty things in mine ear; he flattered, he promised, and swore!
Such trinkets he gave me, such laces and gear, that trust me, my pockets ran o'er.
Such ballads he bought me, the best he could find, and sweetly their ballads he sung.
Good faith, he's so handsome, so witty and kind, I'd wed if I were not too young, too young.

The sun was just setting, t'was time to retire. (Our cottage was distant a mile.)
I rose to be gone, Roger bowed like a squire, and handed me over the stile.
His arm he threw round me, love laughed in his eye, he led me the meadows among.
There pressed me so close, I agreed, with a sigh, to wed for I was not too young, too young.

- by John Cunningham, arranged by Bruce Trinkley

Roger the Stalker

In a lovely hat and dress, I went to the fair, like I do every Monday. I held up my head and refused to answer Roger, the mysterious man who insisted to stalk me everywhere.

He asked me to marry him in his sweet-talking voice. He hugged me too tightly, and even tried to kiss me! Uncomfortable, I pushed him away and said I was too young to marry.

Later that day, he began to whisper odd phrases in my ear. He flattered me, promised me things if I would marry him, swore that he would take me away.

He brought me trinkets, so much that my pockets began to run over with laces and gear. He found ballads and sang them to me. Suddenly, I realized how cute he was, how his witty jokes made me laugh, how he cared for my wellbeing. However, I still believed I was too young to marry.

The sun had begun to set. My home was a mile away. I rose to leave and Roger bowed as a squire would. Confused, I allowed him to lift me over the stile.

He threw his arm around me. I could see how lovestruck he was. He led me to the meadow nearby. He pressed against me, asked me one last time to marry him. Completely over with his antics, I sighed. Glaring at him, I agreed to marry him if, and only if, he would leave me alone. He smirked. "Of course, my love."