I'll Not Marry at All

I'll not marry a man that's old
He'll come home to fret and scold.
I'll not marry at all, at all,
I'll not marry at all.

I'll not marry a man that's old,
He'll come home to fret and scold.
I'll not marry at all, at all,
I'll not marry at all.

I'll not marry a man that's young,
He'll come home with a flattering tongue.
I'll not marry at all, at all,
I'll not marry at all.

I'll not marry a man that's poor
He'll go beg from door to door.
I'll not marry at all, at all,
I'll not marry at all.

I'll not marry a man that's rich,
He'll get drunk and fall in the ditch.
I'll not marry at all, at all,
I'll not marry at all.

He loves me a little, not much, none at all,
He will marry me if he could but he can't,
This year, next year, next year, next year,
This year, next year, year after - NEVER (spoken).


source: Linscott: Folk Songs of Old New England

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