I am a roving bachelor And have been all my life And now I am resolving To look me out a wife To my fal-le-ral-la - rel - li-gee-wo, Fal-le-ral-larel li - gee-wo.
Oh! such a wife as I shall choose, She is not to be found, Oh! such a wife as I shall choose, She is not on the ground.
If I should marry a young one, She'd kill me by her pride, If I should marry an old one, She'd lie grunting by my side.
If I should marry a tall one, She'd crack me on the crown, If I should marry a short one, She'd pull me to the ground.
If I should marry an ugly one, The boys would laugh at me, If I should marry a pretty one, A cuckoo I should be.
One night as I lay on my bed, How strange it came to pass, Who did I see by my bedside, But a handsome roving lass.
The first thing that I asked of her, If ever she were a maid, The answer that she gave to me, "Oh! yes, I am a maid. "
The next thing that I asked of her, If ever she had a man, The answer that she gave to me, "Oh! yes, and when I can. ”