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THE WHISTLING DAUGHTER.
O mammy, mammy; I long to be a bride,
To have a lusty young man to ly by any side;
For it is well know, I am a woman grown,
And 'tis a pity one so pretty as I should ly alone.
To have a lusty young man to ly by any side;
For it is well know, I am a woman grown,
And 'tis a pity one so pretty as I should ly alone.
O daughter I was fifteen before that I was wed,
And I was ne'er tired of my sweet maidenhead.
O mammy that may be, but 'tis not so with me,
I'm young and airy, almost weary, I can't ly alone.
And I was ne'er tired of my sweet maidenhead.
O mammy that may be, but 'tis not so with me,
I'm young and airy, almost weary, I can't ly alone.
O daughter, daughter, I'll pull your courage down,
And with hard labour pull off your sack & gown,
And send you each day to the fields a making hay,
O daughter, loving daughter, then perhaps you may.
And with hard labour pull off your sack & gown,
And send you each day to the fields a making hay,
O daughter, loving daughter, then perhaps you may.
I pray don't send me to the fields, for young men
Are tempting, I perhaps may yield to the thing
I would not do, nor dare not for to name,
But tell me, loving mother, what can young men mean.
Are tempting, I perhaps may yield to the thing
I would not do, nor dare not for to name,
But tell me, loving mother, what can young men mean.
Whistle, daughter, whistle, & you shall have a sheep,
I cannot whistle, mother, nor neither can I sleep,
My maidenhead, I swear, it fills my heart with care,
'Tis a burden, heavy burden, more than I can bear.
I cannot whistle, mother, nor neither can I sleep,
My maidenhead, I swear, it fills my heart with care,
'Tis a burden, heavy burden, more than I can bear.
Whistle, daughter, whistle, & you shall have a cow,
I cannot whistle, mother, neither will I now,
My maidenhead, I swear, it fills my heart with care,
'Tis a burden, heavy burden, more than I can bear.
I cannot whistle, mother, neither will I now,
My maidenhead, I swear, it fills my heart with care,
'Tis a burden, heavy burden, more than I can bear.
Whistle, daughter, whistle, and you shall have a man,
Tol de rol dary, don't you hear I can,
Silence, hussey, what makes you whistle now?
'Cause mam, I love a mam better than sheep or cow.
Tol de rol dary, don't you hear I can,
Silence, hussey, what makes you whistle now?
'Cause mam, I love a mam better than sheep or cow.
