The Humble Beggar (1802)/My Apron Deary

by Anonymous

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Text divider from 'The Humble Beggar', a chapbook printed in Glasgow in 1802

MY APRON DEARY.

'Twas early in the early in the morning of May,
A soldier and a lassie was walking astray,
Close down in yon meadow, yon meadow brow,
I heard the lass cry, My apron now:

Chor. My apron, deary, my apron now,
My belly bears up my apron now:
But I, being a young thing, was easy to woo,
Which makes me cry out, My apron now.

O had I ta'en counsel of father or mother,
Or had I advised with sister or brother;
But I, being a young thing, and easy to woo,
It makes me cry out, My apron now. My, &c,

Your apron, deary, I must confess,
Seems something the shorter, tho' naithing the less:
Then had your tongue deary, & I will prove true,
And nae mair cry out your apron now.

Chor. Your apron deary, Your apron now,
Your belly bears up your apron now,
Then ha'd your tongue, deary, & I will prove true
And nae mair cry out your apron now.