Here's another take on the traditional song, "No, John, No" that my mother at the age of 90 has been reworking. I suppose if she's that old, whatever she does would be considered traditional too:

Adapted by Dahlov Ipcar, 2008

No Sir, No Sir


In London City there dwelt a lady,
Who she is I may not say;
I courted her all for her beauty –
She would always answer, "Nay!":

Chorus:

No Sir, no Sir!
No Sir, no Sir!
She would always answer,
No Sir, no!

Her husband was a Spanish captain,
Seven long years he'd been away;
First he kissed her, then he left her
Bid her always answer "Nay!" (CHO)

Madam. Let us walk your garden,
Walk and talk, as you see best;
And would you think me overbold,
If I pinned a rose upon your breast? (CHO)

Madam, may I tie your garter,
Just an inch above your knee?
And if my hand should slip higher,
Would you think it rude of me? (CHO)

Now tis time to doff our clothing,
And go to bed as others do;
Madam, would you feel unkindly
If I disrobed and came with you? (CHO)

Now we are in bed together,
Gazing on each other's charms;
Would your own husband please you better,
If he lay here in your arms? (CHO)

Now the dawn peeps through the window,
And I hear the cockerel crow;
Madam, it is time to leave you –
Open your arms and let me go! (CHO)

Cheerily,
Charley Noble