Many Scots and Ulster trad songs at least mention singing. Two favourites of mine are The Next Market Day, where the maid gets waylaid on the way to market and sung to (hem hem), and which ends:


The maid she went home and she went up to bed
And the song that he sang her still rang in her head
She said "I'll go find him by land or by sea
Till he learns me the song called The Next Market Day"

And Hatton Woods, which finishes:

Oh my blessings on yon bonny lass wherever she might be
I wish no evil unto her although she slighted me
But I only hope that she might say, some time before she'll dee
Och I wish I'd wed yon plooman lad, as sang sae sweet tae me.