---

As I walked out one May morning
To view the fields and the leaves a-springing
I saw two maidens standing by
And one of them their hair was wringing
Oh hear oh, oh dear oh,
My husband's got no courage in him, oh dear oh

All sort of vittals I did provide
All sorts of meats that's fitting for him
With oyster pie and rhubarb too
But nothing will put courage in him ...

My husband can dance and caper and sing
Or do anything that is fitting for him
But he cannot do the thing I want
Because he has no courage in him ...

My husband's admired wherever he goes
And everyone looks well upon him
With his handsome features and well-shaped leg
But still he's got no courage in him ...

Every night when I goes to bed
I lie and throw my leg right o'er him
And my hand I clap between his thighs
But I can't put any courage in him ...

Seven long years I've made his bed
And every night I've laid beside him
But this morning I rose with my maidenhead
For still he's got no courage in him ...

I wish my husband he was dead
And in the grave I'd quickly lay him
And then I'd try another one
That's got a little courage in him ...

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.