Underneath Her Apron

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A pretty young girl all in the month of May
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A gathering rushes just at the break of day
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But before she's come home, she has born a little son
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And she's rolled him all underneath her apron

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All in the first part of the night, when all were fast asleep
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This pretty little baby, oh, it began to weep
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"Oh, what's that little babe that's a-crying out so shrill
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In the bedroom among the pretty maidens?"

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"Oh father, dear father, it's nothing then," said she
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"It's just a little bird that my sister gave to me
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And I'll build for it a nest and I'll warm it on my breast
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So that it won't wake you early in the May morning"

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All in the last part of the night, when they were fast asleep
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This pretty little baby, again began to weep
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"Oh, what's that little babe that's crying out so clear
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In the bedroom among the pretty maidens?"

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"Oh father, dear father, it's nothing then" said she
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"It's just a little baby that someone gave to me
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Let it lie, let it sleep this night along o' me
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And I'll tell to you its daddy in the May morning"

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"Oh, was it by a black man or was it by a brown
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Or was it by a ploughing-boy, a-ploughing up and down
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That gave you the stranger you wear with your new gown
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That you've rolled up underneath your apron?'

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"It wasn't by a black man and it wasn't by a brown
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But it was by a sailor lad, that ploughs the watery main
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And was him gave me the stranger I wear with my new gown
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That I've rolled up underneath me apron"

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"Oh, was it in the kitchen got, or was it in the hall?
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Or was it in the cowshed or up against the wall?
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I wish I had a firebrand to burn the building down
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Where you met with him on a May morning"

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"It wasn't in the kitchen-room got, it wasn't in the hall
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It wasn't in the cowshed, nor up again the wall
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It was down by yonder spring, where them pretty birds do sing
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That I met with him on a May morning"

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