As I went out one morning,
it being the month of May,
A farmer and his daughter
And the girl 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.
Ah, be quiet, you foolish daughter,
and hold your simple tongue,
You're better free and single
and happy while you're young.
But the daughter shook her shoulders
and milked her patient cow,
Saying, I will and I must get mad
before the humour is on me now.
An d sure, who are you to turn me,
that married young yourself,
And took me, darling mother,
from off the single shelf?
go easy and milk your patient cow,
For a man may have his humour,
but the humour is off me now.
Well, indeed, I'll tell me mother
the aw ful things you say.
Indeed, I'll tell me mother
Ach, 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.
Oh, well, if you must be married,
will you tell me who's the man?
And quickly she did answer,
there's William, James, an d John,
and a man to milk the cow,
for I will and I must get married
and 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 your John's a fearful tyrant,
But I will and I must be married,
for the humour is on me now.
Well, and if you must be married,
will you tell me what you'll do?
And quickly she did answer,
I'll be mistress of me dairy,
and me but ter, and me coal.
And your husband too I'll venture,
for the humour is on you now.
So, at last, the daughter married
And loved her darling husband
for a month or a year or two.
But John was all a tyrant
and she quickly ruled her vows,
saying, I'm sorry that I married for,
