| I’m eighteen years old today, mama, and I’m longing to be wed
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| So buy for me a young man to comfort me, she said
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| You must buy for me a young man who will stay with me all night
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| And I’ll roll him in my arms
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| He’ll be my heart’s delight
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| Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter then or your folds I will pull down
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| Your silks and satins I will pull down, you must wear your morning gown
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| I’ll send you to the meadows for to rake and mow the hay
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| With your pike and shaft all in your hand
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| You must earn your drink and take
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| Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter then, I was forty before I wed
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| Although it was late, I thought it no weight to carry my maidenhead
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| Well that may be the way with you, mama, but it isn’t the way with me
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| For I’m young and airy, light and crazy and married I long to be
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| Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter then and I’ll buy for you a man
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| A man for me? |
| Oh, mother, she said, you must hasten, you must you can
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| The sooner the better, oh mother, she said, you must hasten a man to me
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| For I’m young and airy, light and contrary
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| And married I long to be |