I had a sister Susan, she was younger than I was
She had so many sweethearts,
she had to deny them
But as for my part, I never had many
If you only knew my heart,
I'd be thankful for any
I'm a landsman or a kinsman,
a tinker or a tailor A fiddler or a dancer,
a plowboy or a sailor
A gentleman,
a poor man,
a fool or a witty Please don't let me die an old maid,
but take me out of pity
I had a sister Sally,
she was ugly and misshapen Before she was sixteen years old,
she was taken
Before she was eighteen,
a son and a daughter Here am I at six-and-forty,
marrying off her
I'm a landsman or a kinsman,
a tinker or a tailor A fiddler or a dancer,
a plowboy or a sailor
A gentleman,
a poor man,
a fool or a witty Please don't let me die an old maid,
but take me out of pity
I never shall be scolded,
I never shall be jealous My husband shall have money
to go to the alehouse And while he's there a-spending,
I'll be home a-saving
And I'll leave it to the world if I'm not worth having
Come a landsman or a kinsman,
a tinker or a tailor
A fiddler or a dancer,
a plowboy or a sailor A gentleman,
a poor man,
a fool or a witty
Don't you let me die an old maid,
but take me out of pity