As I went out one May morning
To view the fields and leaves a-springing
I saw two maidens standing by
And one of them her hands was wringing
Oh dear-o ! oh dear-o !
My husband’s got no courage in him.
Oh dear-o !
Me husband’s admired wherever he goes
And everyone looks well upon him
With his handsome features and well-shaped leg
But still he’s got no courage in him
Me husband can dance and caper and sing
And do anything that’s fitting for him
But he cannot do the thing I want
Because he’s got no courage in him
Every night when I goes to bed
I lie and throw me leg right o’er him
And me hand I clamp between his thighs
But I can’t put any courage in him
I wish me husband he was dead
And in his grave I’d quickly lay him
And then I’d find another one
That had a little courage in him