As I roved out one morning in the lovely month of May,
I met a pretty fair one, these words I heard her say:
"Oh, father, I'm sixteen years of age; I'm weary of my life;
Oh, father, I think it's almost time for me to be made a wife."

"Oh, hold your tongue, dear daughter. Oh, hold your tongue," said he,
"For men they are deceitful with flatt'ring tongues," said he.
"Oh, what care I for flatt'ring tongues, for flatt'ring tongues," said she,
"At the time you married my mamma she wasn't as old as me."

"I have a sister Mary, and that you well do know,
She has not long been married, only nine short months ago;
She has a baby for herself to daddle upon her knee,
And I think it's time for me to have one, for I'm nearly as old as she."

The bell-man he went 'round the town to see what he could find,
A soldier or a sailor to please this fair one's mind;
"A soldier or a sailor, no matter who," she said,
"I pray, young men, come marry me, and don't let me die a maid.

1. My Grandma lives on yonder little green,
Fine old lady as ever was seen;
She often cautioned me with care,
Of all false young men to beware.
Timei time um tum time um pa ta.
Of all false young men to beware.

2. These false young men they flatter and deceive,
So my love you must not believe;
They?ll flatter, they?ll coax, till you are in their snare,
And away goes poor old grandma?s care.
Timei time um tum time um pa ta.
And away goes poor old grandma's care.

3. The first came acourting was little Johny Green,
Fine young man as ever was seen;
But the words of my Grandma run in my head,
And I could not hear one word he said.
Timei time um tum time um pa ta.
And I could not hear one word he said.

4. The next came acourting was young Ellis Grove,
Twas then we met with a joyous love;
With a joyous love I couldn?t be afraid.
You?d better get married than die an old maid.
Timei time um tum time um pa ta.
You?d better get married than die an old maid.

5. Thinks I to myself there?s some mistake,
What a fuss these old folks make;
If the boys and the girls had all been so fraid,
Then Grandma herself would have died an old maid.
Timei time um tum time um pa ta.
Then Grandma herself would have died an old maid.

Dans mon chemin rencontre un gentil cavalier
Ma parler d'amourette je lui ai dit d'entrer
Wing tra la de ly tra la la de ly tra la la de la y dé

Ma parler d'amourette je lui ai dit d'entrer
Monsieur prenez une chaise monsieur venez causer
Wing tra la de ly tra la la de ly tra la la de la y dé

Monsieur prenez une chaise monsieur venez causer
Je ne veux pas de chaise je veux me marier
Wing tra la de ly tra la la de ly tra la la de la y dé

Je ne veux pas de chaise je veux me marier
Avec la plus belle fille qui soit dans le quartier
Wing tra la de ly tra la la de ly tra la la de la y dé

Avec la plus belle fille qui soit dans le quartier
Le père qu'est en haut écoute se mit à tempêter
Wing tra la de ly tra la la de ly tra la la de la y dé

Le père qu'est en haut écoute se mit à tempêter
Je ne donne pas ma fille à un vil couturier
Wing tra la de ly tra la la de ly tra la la de la y dé

Je ne donne pas ma fille à un vil couturier
Car avec ses aiguilles il pourrait la piquer
Wing tra la de ly tra la la de ly tra la la de la y dé

Car avec ses aiguilles il pourrait la piquer
Le couturier s'en retourne injuriant son métier
Wing tra la de ly tra la la de ly tra la la de la y dé

Le couturier s'en retourne injuriant son métier
Sinon de mes aiguilles je serais marier
Wing tra la de ly tra la la de ly tra la la de la y dé

Sinon de mes aiguilles je serais marier
Avec la plus belle fille qui soit dans le quartier
Wing tra la de ly tra la la de ly tra la la de la y dé

'TWAS on the morn of sweet May-Day,
When nature painted all things gay,
Taught birds to sing, and lambs to play,
And gild the meadows fair;
Young Jockey, early in the dawn,
Arose and tripped it o'er the lawn;
His Sunday clothes the youth put on,
For Jenny had vowed away to run
With Jockey to the fair;
For Jenny had vowed, &c.

The cheerful parish bells had rung,
With eager steps he trudged along,
While flowery garlands round him hung,
Which shepherds use to wear;
He tapped the window; 'Haste, my dear!'
Jenny impatient cried, 'Who's there?'
''Tis I, my love, and no one near;
Step gently down, you've nought to fear,
With Jockey to the fair.'
Step gently down, &c.

'My dad and mam are fast asleep,
My brother's up, and with the sheep;
And will you still your promise keep,
Which I have heard you swear?
And will you ever constant prove?'
'I will, by all the powers above,
And ne'er deceive my charming dove;
Dispel these doubts, and haste, my love,
With Jockey to the fair.'
Dispel, &c.

'Behold, the ring,' the shepherd cried;
'Will Jenny be my charming bride?
Let Cupid be our happy guide,
And Hymen meet us there.'
Then Jockey did his vows renew;
He would be constant, would he true,
His word was pledged; away she flew,
O'er cowslips tipped with balmy dew,
With Jockey to the fair.
O'er cowslips, &c.

In raptures meet the joyful throng;
Their gay companions, blithe and young,
Each join the dance, each raise the song,
To hail the happy pair.
In turns there's none so loud as they,
They bless the kind propitious day,
The smiling morn of blooming May,
When lovely Jenny ran away
With Jockey to the fair.
When lovely, &c.

The Laird o' Drum has a-huntin' gane
All in the mornin' early
And he has spied a weel-faur'd maid
A-shearin' her faither's barley

My bonnie maid, my weel-faur'd maid
It's will ye gang wi' me, O
And will ye gang and be Lady o' the Drum
And leave your shearin' a-be, O

I couldnae gang wi' you, kind sir
Nor leave my shearin' a-be, O
For I'm ower low tae be Lady o' the Drum
And your miss I scorn tae be, O

My faither he's a shepherd man
Keeps sheep on yonder hill, O
And ye be gang and speir at him
I'm entirely at his will, O

Drum has tae her faither gane
Keepin' sheep on yonder hill, O
I'm come tae marry your ae dochter
Gin ye'll gie your guid will, O

My dochter can neither read nor write
Nor once she bred at the school, O
But she can work baith oot and in
For I've learned the girlie mysel', O

She'll wark in your barn, aye and at your mill
And brew your malt and your ale, O
And saddle your steed in time o' need
And draw aff your boots hersel', O

Noo I'll learn the lassie tae read and write
And pit her tae the school, O
And she'll never need tae saddle my steed
Nor draw aff my boots hersel', O

But wha will bake my bridal breid
And wha will brew my ale, O
And wha will welcome my lowly bride
That's mair than I can tell, O

Ah but four and twenty gentle knights
Gae'd in at the yett o' Drum, O
And there's never a one has lifted his hat
When the Lady o' the Drum cam' in, O

It's up and spake his brither John
Says, Ye've done us meikle wrang, O
Ye've marriet a wife o' low degree
She's a mock tae all oor kin, O

It's Peggy Coutts is a bonnie bride
And Drum is big and gossie (?)
But ye mecht hae chosen a higher mat'
Than just a shepherd's lassie

It's up and spake the Laird o' Drum
Says, I've done ye nae wrang, O
I've marriet a wife tae wark and win
And ye've marriet ane tae spend, O

Noo, the first time that I took me a wife
She was far abune my degree, O
And I dursnae gang intae the room whaur she was
But my hand below my knee, O

It's twice he kissed her cherry cheek
And thrice her cherry chin, O
And twenty times her comely mou'
And ye're welcome, my Lady Drum, O

And when had eaten and drunken weel
And they were bound for bed, O
The Laird o' Drum and his lady fair
In ae bed they were laid, O

Gin ye had been o' high renown
As ye're o' low degree, O
We mecht hae gae'd doon tae the yett o' Drum
Amang guid companie, O

And o' a' yon four and twenty knights
That gae'd in at the yett o' Drum, O
There ne'er was a one wouldnae lifted his hat
When the Lady o' the Drum cam' in, O

I tell't ye weel ere we were wed
Ye was far abune my degree, O
But noo we're marriet, in ae bed laid
I'm just as guid as ye, O

And when you are dead and I am dead
And baith in ae grave laid, O
Ere seven years are at an end
Weel no' ken ye your dust frae mine, O

Le roi a une fille à marier
C'est à un anglais qu'il l' a donné
Et tous les hommes de la pauvre Jeanne
Se sont écrié
Je vois manger la fille du roi par un anglais

Mais quand ce fut pour le souper
L'anglais voulait lui couper son manger
Coupe le tiens et laisse le mien
Maudit anglais
J'ai des servantes de mon pays pour me servir

Mais quand ce fut pour se coucher
L'anglais voulait la déshabiller
Déchausse-toi déshabille-toi
Maudit anglais
J'ai des servantes de mon pays pour me servir

Mais quand ce fut sur les minuits
L'anglais ne faisait plus que pleurer
Devise toi et embrasse moi
Joli anglais
Puisque nos pères nous ont mariés il faut s'aimer

The trees they grow high and the leaves they do grow green.
Many are the ages my true love I have seen.
Many are the hours I watched him all alone:
He's young but he's daily a-growing.

"Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong.
You married me to a boy who is too young.
I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen."
He's young but he's daily a-growing.

"Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong.
I married you to a rich man's son.
He'll make a lord for you to wait upon."
He's young but he's daily a-growing.

"Father, dear father, you see fit.
we'll send him to college for one year yet.
We'll tie a blue ribbon all around his head
To let the maiden know that he's married."

One day I was looking from my father's castle door.
I spied all the boys who were playing with a ball.
My own true love was the fairest of them all.
He's young but he's daily a-growing.

At the age of fourteen a married man was he.
At the age of fifteen his eldest son was born.
At the age of sixteen on his grave the grass grows green.
And death had put and end to his growing.

I'm a young married man that is tired in life,
Ten years I've been wed to a sickly wife;
She does nothing all day but sit down and cry,
A-wishing to God that she could die.

A friend of me own came to see me one day
And said that me wife was a-fadin' away.
He afterwards told me that she would get strong
If I got her a bottle from Doctor Dearjohn.

I bought her one bottle, 'twas just for to try,
And the way that she drank it you'd swear she was dry,
I bought her another which vanished the same,
Till I think she's got cod liver ile on the brain.

chorus:
"Oh, doctor, oh, doctor, oh, dear Doctor John,
Your cod liver ile is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid to me life I'll go down in the sile
If me wife don't quit drinking your cod liver ile."

She likes it so much that there is no doubt
Me wife she got fat and terrible stout,
And when she got stout, of course, she got strong,
And then I got jealous of Doctor Dearjohn.

Me house it resembles a big doctor's shop
With bottles and bottles and bottles on top,
And then in the morning when the kettle does bile
I'll swear it be singing of cod liver ile.

A farmer was ploughing his field one day,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day,
A farmer was ploughing his field one day
When the devil came up, and to him did say,
With a riteful la, titty fie day,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day.

See here, my good man, I have come for your wife,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day,
See here, my good man I have come for your wife,
For she's the bane and torment of your life,
With a riteful la, titty fie day,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day.

So the Devil he hoisted her up on his hump,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day,
So the Devil he hoisted her up on his hump,
And down to Hell with her he did jump,
With a riteful la, titty fie day,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day.

When they got there the gates they were shut,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day,
When they got there the gates they were shut,
With a blow of her hand she laid open his nut,
With a riteful la, titty fie day,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day.

Two little devils were playing handball,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day,
Two little devils were playing handball,
Take her back Daddy, she'll be the death of us all!
With a riteful la, titty fie day,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day.

So the Devil he hoisted her up on his hump,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day,
So the Devil he hoisted her up on his hump,
And back to earth with her he did jump,
With a riteful la, titty fie day,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day.

See here, my good man, I have come with your wife,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day,
See here, my good man, I have come with your wife,
For she's the bane and torment of my life.
With a riteful la, titty fie day,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day.

Now they say that the women are worse than the men,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day,
They say that the women are worse than the men,
They went down to Hell and got kicked out again.
With a riteful la, titty fie day,
Riteful, riteful, titty fie day.