As I roved out on a fine summer's morning|
Down by a clear river I walked all alone.
I heard a poor man making sad lamentation
And thus he began to make his sad moan.
It makes me cry, hush-a-bye baby lie easy
For perhaps your own daddy will never be known.
Though I'm not your daddy, my wife is your mammy
I'm nursing a child that is none of my own.
2. It's every day she walks with her bully,
3. My wife she comes in, in the heel of the evening,|
Crying, You old rogue is the tea-kettle on?
She sits to her table and to her tea-drinking.
She cries, You old cuckold come rock the child sound.
4. When first I met with your inconstant mother,
5. Now all you young fellows who someday may marry,
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