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i Last Saturday night I called at the house And into the window I crept like a mouse; I opened the door and I made it straightway Right into the room where the girls all stay— And it's hard times.
2 Such a laughing and chattering as we did keep. We woke the old widow up out of her sleep,
aO daughter, O daughter, O daughter," said she, "What impudent scoundrel is this before me?" And it's hard times.
3 uO widow, O widow, you'd better keep calm * Until you find out just who I am;
It's Johnny McCardner, I go by the name, A-courting your daughter for the purpose I came"— And it's hard times.
4 "Oh, you are so old, and she is so young. You will get suited and she will get stung; You are so old and she is so young—"
She up with the broomstick and at me she come— And it's hard times.
5 Out of the window in the ice and the snow, I mounted my horse and away I did go;
The blood it run down my shins in great grooves,
For I never had been beaten with a broomstick before—
And it's hard times.
6 Come all ye young men, take warning from me, Be careful when girls you go for to see;
Or else like me you'll meet with your doom,
Get beat like the devil and flogged with the broom—•
And it's hard times.
* Pronounced to rhyme with "dam." |
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