Текст песни Oh, Dear, Oh - Martin Carthy

As I went out one summer′s day
To view the fields and the leaves were springing
I met two maids all on the way
One of them her hands was wringing
And all of her conversation was,
"My husband's got no courage in him!"
Oh dear, oh
Oh dear, oh,
My husband′s got no courage in him
Oh dear, oh
All sorts of meats I do preserves
All sorts of drinks that's fitting for him
Oyster pie and rhubarb too
But that don't put no courage in him
Oh dear, oh
Oh dear, oh,
But that don′t put no courage in him
Oh dear, oh
For seven long years I made his bed
And for six of them I laid again him
This morning I rose with my maidenhead
Shows he′s got no courage in him
Oh dear, oh
Oh dear, oh,
Shows he's got no courage in him
Oh dear, oh
I wish to God that he was dead
And in his grave I′d quickly lay him
Then I'd find a nice young man
That′s got a bit of courage in him
Oh dear, oh
Oh dear, oh,
That's got a bit of courage in him
Oh dear, oh
Come all you maids where e′er you be
Don't you marry a man before you tried him
Or else you'll sing your song like me
My husbands got not courage in him
Oh dear, oh
Oh dear, oh,
My husband′s got no courage in him
Oh dear, oh