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BEDMAKING Me father he was a good old man He sent me to service when I was young But my missus and I, we never could agree Because that my master he would love me Me missus she sent me all up aloft To make up a bed both neat and soft But me master followed after with a gay gold ring Saying, Betsy, take this for your bedmaking Me missus she came upstairs in a haste And caught masters arms all around me waist From the top to the bottom she did him fling Saying, Master, take that for your bedmaking First in the kitchen and then in the hall And then in the parlor among the ladies all And they all asked me where I had been And I told them, up aloft at the bedmaking Me missus she turned me all out of doors She called me a nasty impudent whore With the weather being wet and my shoes being thin I wished meself back at the bedmaking When six months were over and seven months were past This pretty little maid she grew stout round the waist She could scarcely lace her stays nor tie her apron string And twas then that she remembered the bedmaking When eight months were over and nine months were gone This pretty little maid bore a lovely young son She took him to the church and had him christened John Then she sent him home again to that gay old man recorded by Frankie Armstrong on Out of Love and Martin Carthy on Crown of Horn @baby @servant filename[ BEDMAKIN TUNE FILE: BEDMAKIN CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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