“I am eighteen years old today, Mama, and I'm longing to be wed So buy for me a young man who will comfort me,” she said. You must buy for me a young man who will be with me all night And I'll roll him in my arms, he'll be my heart's delight.”
“Oh, hold your tongue, dear daughter then, or your cause I will pull down. Your silks and satins I will pull down, you must wear your mourning gown. I will send you to the meadow for to rake and mow the hay With your pike and shaft all in your hand, you must stop your drinking tea.”
“Oh, hold your tongue, dear daughter then, I was forty before I wed. Although it was late, I found it no weight for to carry my maidenhead.” “That may be the way with you, Mama, but it isn't the way with me For I'm young and airy, light and crazy, and married I long to be.”
“Oh, hold your tongue, dear daughter then, and I'll get you a man.” “A man for me? Oh mother,” she said, “you must hasten, you must and can! The sooner the better, oh mother,” she said, “you must hasten a man to me For I'm young and airy, light and crazy, and married I long to be.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
