back to songbook | text-only lyrics to this song C D G C As I went out one morning it being the month of May A farmer and his daughter I spied along my way And the daughter sat down quite calmly to the milking of her cow Saying 'I will and I must get married for the humour is on me now' and, sure who are you to turn to me, that married young yourself and took my darling mother from off the single shelf ah, sure, daughter dear go aisy and milk your patient cow for a man may have his humour but the humour is off me now Well, indeed I'll tell my mother the awful things you say, Indeed I'll tell my mother this very blessed day Och, now daughter, have a heart, dear, you'll start a fearful row So I will unless I marry for the humour is on me now. Och, If you must be married will you tell me who's the man? And quickly she did answer: There's William, James, and John A carpenter, a tailor, and a man to milk the cow For I will and I must get married for the humour is on me now a carpenter's a sharp man and a tailor's hard to face With his legs across the table and his threads about the place, and I'm sure John's a fearful tyrant and never lacks a row But I will and I must get married for the humour is on me now Well, if you must be married will you tell me what you'll do? 'Sure I will' the daughter answered, 'the same as ma and you' I'll be mistress of my butter and my dairy and my cow 'and your husband too, I'll venture, for the humour is on me now So, at last the daughter married and married well-to-do And she loved her darling husband for a month, year or two but John was all a tyrant and she quickly rued her vow, Saying 'I'm sorry that I married for the humour is OFF me now!'
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