I am a pretty wench

 

Verse 1

I am a pretty wench,
And I came a long way hence,
But for sweethearts I can get none, none, none;
But for sweethearts I can get none.

Verse 2

If it had not been for one.
I should have married, long and gone,
To a weaver that weaves all at his loom, loom, loom;
To a weaver that weaves all at his loom.

Verse 3

I couldn't have a weaver,
To be my own deceiver,
While the carter he came smiling in my face, face, face;
While the carter he came smiling in my face.

Verse 4

The carter dresses fine,
He drinks strong beer, ale and wine,
And smokes tobacco, as you may suppose, suppose, suppose;
And smokes tobacco, as you may suppose.

Verse 5

If the carter I can't have,
I'll go single to my grave,
For I dream of him when I am asleep, asleep, asleep;
For I dream of him when I am asleep.

Verse 6

The carter is the lad,
He's so beautifully clad,
And his breath smells sweet as the rose, rose, rose;
And his breath smells as sweet as the rose.