Steeleye Span - Underneath Her Apron lyrics
[Steeleye Span - Underneath Her Apron lyrics]
Traditional
A pretty young girl all in the month of May
A gathering rushes just at the break of day
But before she's come home she
Has bore a little son
And she rolled him underneath her aperon
Well, she cried on the threshold and
She come in at the door
And she folded in her aperon
That pretty babe she bore
Says her father: "Where you been
My pretty daughter Jane
And what's that you got
Underneath your aperon?"
"Father, dear father, it's nothing
" then says she "It's only my new gown and
That's too long for me
And I was afraid it would draggle in the dew
So I rolled it underneath my aperon"
In the dead of the night
When all were fast asleep
This pretty little baby, oh, it began to weep
"O what's that little babe that
Is crying out so shrill
In the bedroom among the pretty maidens?"
"O father, dear father, it's nothing then
" said she "It's just a little bird that
My sister gave to me
And build for it a nest and
I'll warm it on my breast
So it don't wake you early
In the May morning"
In the last part of the night
When they were fast asleep
This pretty little baby again begin to weep
"Oh, what's that little babe that's
Crying out so clear
In the bedroom among the pretty maidens?"
"O father, dear father
It's nothing then" said she
"It's just a little baby that
Someone gave to me let it lie
Let it sleep this night along o' me
And l'll tell to you it's
Daddy in the May morning"
"Oh, was it by a black man
Or was it by a brown
Or was it by a ploughing-boy
A-ploughing up and down
That gave you the stranger you
Wear with your new gown
That you rolled up underneath your aperon?'
"lt wasn't by a black man and
It wasn't by a brown it was by a sailor lad
That ploughs the watery main
Lt was him gave me the stranger
I wear with my new gown
That I rolled it underneath my aperon"
"Oh, was it in the kitchen got
Or was it in the hall?
Was it in the cow-shed or
Up against the wall?
I wish I had a firebrand
To burn the building down
Where you met with him on a May morning"
"It wasn't in the kitchen got
It wasn't in the hall
It wasn't in the cow-shed nor
Up again the wall
It was down by yonder spring where
Them little birds do sing
That I met with him on a May morning"
A pretty young girl all in the month of May
A gathering rushes just at the break of day
But before she's come home she
Has bore a little son
And she rolled him underneath her aperon
Well, she cried on the threshold and
She come in at the door
And she folded in her aperon
That pretty babe she bore
Says her father: "Where you been
My pretty daughter Jane
And what's that you got
Underneath your aperon?"
"Father, dear father, it's nothing
" then says she "It's only my new gown and
That's too long for me
And I was afraid it would draggle in the dew
So I rolled it underneath my aperon"
In the dead of the night
When all were fast asleep
This pretty little baby, oh, it began to weep
"O what's that little babe that
Is crying out so shrill
In the bedroom among the pretty maidens?"
"O father, dear father, it's nothing then
" said she "It's just a little bird that
My sister gave to me
And build for it a nest and
I'll warm it on my breast
So it don't wake you early
In the May morning"
In the last part of the night
When they were fast asleep
This pretty little baby again begin to weep
"Oh, what's that little babe that's
Crying out so clear
In the bedroom among the pretty maidens?"
"O father, dear father
It's nothing then" said she
"It's just a little baby that
Someone gave to me let it lie
Let it sleep this night along o' me
And l'll tell to you it's
Daddy in the May morning"
"Oh, was it by a black man
Or was it by a brown
Or was it by a ploughing-boy
A-ploughing up and down
That gave you the stranger you
Wear with your new gown
That you rolled up underneath your aperon?'
"lt wasn't by a black man and
It wasn't by a brown it was by a sailor lad
That ploughs the watery main
Lt was him gave me the stranger
I wear with my new gown
That I rolled it underneath my aperon"
"Oh, was it in the kitchen got
Or was it in the hall?
Was it in the cow-shed or
Up against the wall?
I wish I had a firebrand
To burn the building down
Where you met with him on a May morning"
"It wasn't in the kitchen got
It wasn't in the hall
It wasn't in the cow-shed nor
Up again the wall
It was down by yonder spring where
Them little birds do sing
That I met with him on a May morning"