Lovely Joan from Appaloosa by Tim and Julie Cole

A fine young man it was indeed
He was mounted on his milk white steed.
He rode, he rode himself all alone
Until he came to lovely Joan.

"Good morning to you pretty, fair maid!"
"And twice good morning, sir." she said.
He gave her a wink, she rolled her eye,
Thinks he to himself, 'I'll be there by and by!"

"Oh don't you think these pooks of hay
A pretty place for us to play?
So come with me like a sweet young thing,
And I'll give you my golden ring."

Then he took off his ring of gold.
"My pretty miss do this behold!
I'd freely give it for your maidenhead."
Her cheeks they blushed like the roses red.

"Give me that ring into my hand
And I will neither stay nor stand.
For this would do more good to me
Than twenty maidenheads." said she.

And as he made for the pooks of hay
She leapt on his horse and tore away
He called, he called but it was all in vain.
Young Joan she never looked back again.

She did not think herself quite safe.
No not till she came to her true love's gate.
She's robbed him of his horse and ring
And left him to rage in the meadows green.

• Folk
• acoustic
• Sheffield