MARRY? NO, NOT I



A Newfoundland sailor was walking by the strand

He spied a pretty fair young maid, and took her by the hand

"Oh, will you go to Newfoundland, along with me?" he cried

But the answer that she gave him was, "It's, oh no, not I"



"To think that I would marry you, on me twould lay the blame

Your friends and relations would scorn me to shame

If you was born of noble blood and me of low degree

Do you think that I would marry you? It's oh no, not me."



Then six months being over and seven coming neigh

This pretty fair young maid, she began to look so shy

Her corsets would not touch and her apron wouldn't tie

Made her think on all the times she said, "Oh no, not I"



Then eight months being over and nine months coming on

This pretty fair young maiden she brought forth a son

She wrote a letter to her love, to come most speedily

But the answer that he gave her was, "oh no, not me."



He said, "My pretty fair maid, the best thing you can do

Is take your babe all on your back and a begging you may go

And when that you get tired, you can sit you down and cry

And think on all the times you said, "Oh no, not I"



So come all you pretty fair maids, a warning take by me

Don't ever put your trust in a green willow tree

For the leaves they will wither and the roots they will die

Don't you see what you can come to saying, "oh no, not I"



@courtship @baby @begging

recorded by Margaret Christl

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