| Lyrics: | MARRIED AND SINGLE LIFE
Come all ye young people and listen to me,
I'm going to tell
you my sad destiny.
I'm a man by experience whose favors is won;
Love has been the ruin of
many a man.
If you go to get married, don't hasten it on,
And don't you get married
till you're full twenty-one;
And don't you get married till you find your love set,
Then
marry some good girl your love won't forget.
Come all you young gentlemen who want to be
smart,
Don't place your affections on a smiling sweetheart.
She's dancing before you some
favours to gain,
Then turns her back on you with scorn and disdain.
When a man's
married he ain't his own man,
He must rove through the country and live as he can.
He's
lost that sweet apparel, the flowers of life,
For selling his freedom to buy him a
wife.
But when a man's single he can live at his ease,
He can rove through the
country and do as he please ;
He can rove through the country and live at his will,
Kiss
Polly, kiss Betsy, and he is the same stiil.
Just pour out another bowl, boys, we'll
drink bumpers round.
We'll drink to the poorest, if they're to be found;
We'll drink to
the single with the greatest success
Likewise to the married and wish them no
less.
From English Folk Songs in the Southern Appalachians, Sharp.
Collected
from Mary Sands, NC, 1916
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