| Lyrics: | 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
filename[ MARRYNO
SF
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