Daughter, Daughter, Whistle - A.L. Lloyd/Alf Edwards
Mother I longs to marry I longs to be a bride
I longs to lay with some young man and close to by his side
Close to by his side O how happy I could be
For I'm young and merry and almost weary of my virginity
Daughter I was twenty before that I was wed
And many a long and weary mile I carried my maidenhead
Oh mother that may be but it's not the case with me
For I'm young and merry and almost weary of my virginity
Daughter daughter whistle and you shall have a sheep
I cannot whistle mother but I can sadly weep
My maidenhead does grieve me that fills my heart with fear
And it is a burden a heavy burden it's more than I can bear
Daughter daughter whistle and you shall have a cow
I cannot whistle mother for indeed I not know how
My maidenhood does grieve me that fills my heart with fear
It is a burden a heavy burden it's more than I can bear
Daughter daughter whistle and you shall have a man
You see very well I can
You nasty impudent Jane I will pull your courage down
Take off your silks and satins and put on your working gown
I'll send you to the fields a-tossing of the hay
With your fork and rake the hay to make and then hear what you say
Mother don't be so cruel to send me to the field
Where young men may entice me and to them I may yield
For mother it's quite well known that I am not too young grown
And it is a pity a maid so pretty as I should lie alone
