As I walked out one summer's day To view the fields and the lizards springing I saw two maidens standing by And one of them her hands was wringing And all of her conversation was My husband's got no courage in him,
Oh dear, no oh dear, no, My husband's got no courage in him, oh dear, no
All sorts of meat I do preserve All sorts of drink that's fitting for him Both oyster pies and rhubarb too But nothing will put courage in him
It's seven years I've made his bed And six of them I've laid agin him And this morn I rose with my maidenhead Now that shows he's got no courage in him
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