Texte

Tarry trousers

Yonder stands a pretty little maiden
Who she is I do not know
I'll go and court her for her beauty
Let her answer yes or no

Pretty little girl I've come to court you
Open your favour I’m again
And if you make me truly welcome
I will call this way again

My love wears the tarry trousers
My love wears the jacket blue
My love sails upon the ocean
So young man away with you

Pretty little girl I've gold and riches
Pretty little girl I've hous and lands
Pretty little girl I've worldly treasures
All will be at your command

What do I care for your gold and riches
What do I care for your hous and lands
What do I care for your worldly treasures
All I want is a nice young man

My love wears the tarry trousers . . .

Why do I wish for so much beauty
It's a flower that must decay
Like the rose that blooms in Summer
When Winter comes it fades away

What do I care for your gold and riches
what do I care for your hous and lands
what do I care for your worldly treasures
All I want is a nice young man

My love wears the tarry trousers . . .