Under Her Apron lyrics

Artist  : Lloyd 
Song : Under Her Apron



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 Under Her Apron
A pretty young girl all in the month of May,
She's gathering rushes just at the break of day,
But before she come home she had bore a little
son,
And she rolled him underneath her aperon.
Well, she cried on the threshold and she come in
at the door,
And she folded in her aperon that pretty babe she
bore,
Says her father: "Where you been, my pretty
daughter Jane,
And what's that you got underneath your aperon ?"
"Father, dear father, it's nothing," then says
she,
"It's only my new gown and that's too long for
me,
And I was afraid it would draggle in the dew,
So I rolled it underneath my aperon."
In the dead of the night when all were fast
asleep,
This pretty little baby, oh, it begin to weep.
He says: "What little dicky bird is crying out so
shrill
In the bedroom among the pretty maidens?"
"O father, dear father, it's nothing then," says
she.
"It's a sweet little dicky bird that fluttered to
my knee,
And l'll lay it to my breast and I'll build for
it a nest,
So it don't wake too early in the May morning."
In the third part of the night, when all were
fast asleep,
This pretty little baby, oh, it begin to weep.
"Oh, what's that baby that's crying out so clear
In the bedroom among the pretty maidens?"
"O father, dear father, it's nothing then" says
she,
"It's just a pretty baby that someone give to me.
Let it lie, let it sleep this night along o' me,
And l'll tell you its daddy in the May morning."
"Oh, was it by a black man or was it by a brown,
Or was it by a ploughing-boy a-ploughing up and
down,
That give you the stranger to wear with your new
gown,
That you rolled up underneath your aperon ?'
"lt's neither by a black man, it's neither by a
brown.
I got it from a sailor boy that ploughs the
watery main.
lt was him give me the stranger to wear with my
new gown,
That I rolled it underneath my aperon."
"Oh, was it in the kitchen got, or was it in the
hall?
Was it in the cow-shed or up again the wall?
I wish I had a firebrand to burn the building
down
Where you met with him on a May morning."
"It wasn't in the kitchen got, it wasn't in the
hall.
It wasn't in the cow-shed nor up again the wall.
It was down by yonder spring where them little
birds do sing
That I met him in the dew on a May morning."
From Folk Song in England, Lloyd
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