'Can she card and can she spin,
Billy, my Billy?
Can she card and can she spin,
My honey boy?'
'Yes, she can card and she can spin,
O and yes, she can do everything.
Yet she's too young,' etc.
'But is she fit to be thy love,
Billy, my Billy?
But is she fit to be thy love,
My honey boy?'
'O she is fit to be my love,
As to the hand befits the glove.
Yet she's too young,' etc.
'Tarry with me, I pray,
Billy, my Billy,
Tarry with me, I pray,
My honey boy.'
'Down in the meadows a-flowering gay,
Waiteth for me that lady gay.
Yet she's too young,' etc.
'But is she fit to be thy wife,
Billy, my Billy?
But is she fit to be thy wife,
My honey boy?'
'O she is fit to be my wife,
As that a sheath befits a knife.
Yet she's too young,' etc.
