Lyrics:
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple
of the tracks
She was born and raised
In a great big old house full of butlers and maids
She says give her the things
That money can buy but I'll never
Never
Santy, my dear Annie. Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
As I walked down to Chatham Street, a fair maid I did meet.
She asked me, please,
no I´m never gonna let you down
The maid that you've hired could never conspire to kill
She´s to mother, not quietly smother you when you´re
maids are one encaptured
You'll hear the best authorities declaring
Learn to croon
Ya da da dee da da da da
La da da da dee da da da
La da da da dee
Lovely witches
Let the stitches
Keep your fingers under
control
Cut the thread, but leave
The whole heart whole
Merry maids can sew and sleep
In Scarlet Town where I was born there was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried Well Away her name was Barbara Allen
Twas in the merry
It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened
A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye
Romance was the theme
And we were the players
I never think
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me the waiting game
If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh,
I let the old earth, take
captain he is dead, pretty Peggy-O
Well, our captain he is dead, died for a maid
He's buried somewhere in Louisiana-O
And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head
She tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do
So then I says to her, "Now won't you leap in with
I have an ear for music,
And I have an eye for a maid.
I like a pretty girlie,
With each pretty tune that's played.
They go together,
Like
On a Sunday morn sat a maid forlorn
With her sweetheart by her side,
Through the windowpane, she looked at the rain,
"We must stay home, Joe,"
mashed potatoes
A fine romance, you won't nestle
A fine romance, you won't wrestle
I might as well play bridge
With my old maid aunt
I haven't got
pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William is dead pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William is dead and he died for a maid
He's buried in the Louisiana country O
[Chorus]
It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened
A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye
Romance was the theme
And we were the players
I never think
the same.
I remember children's faces best,
I remember travelin' on.
I'm a long time a-comin',
I'll be a long time gone.
I once loved a fair young maid
heathen Humpharey
Made bold a maid to woo
Woohoo, what'll she doo!
The general lost her maidenloo!
He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded
And some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin'
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley
Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin' oh so early
It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened
A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye
Romance was the theme
And we were the players
I never think
her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooo)
Now, some men plow the open plains
Some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid
Maid by the fire:
I think I've seen you somewhere I remember
You were with that man they took away
I recognize your face
[Peter]
You've got
It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened
A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye
Romance was the theme
And we were the players
I never think
It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened
A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye
Romance was the theme
And we were the players
I never think
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