May 30, 2024
Pre-covid, the co-op I live in occasionally hosted folk song events, and a couple years ago I came across a stash of wee booklets labeled "Pub Songs" and had to learn all of them.
Anyway, of all the songs I could have stuck in my head today, I am all right with it being this one.
She was so blithe, so buxom, so beautiful and gay, Now listen while I tell you what her daddy used to say: "Oh treat me daughter decent, don't do her any harm. And when I die I'll leave you both me tiny little farm. Me cow, me pigs, me sheep, me goats, Me stock, me field and barn, And all the little chickens in the garden."
