Lord! what care I for man or dad,
Why let them scold and bellow,
For while I live I’ll love my lad,
He is such a charming fellow.
The last fair day on Gander Green,
The youth he danced so well O!
So spruce a lad was never seen,
As my sweet charming fellow.
The fair was over night was come,
The lad was what mellow,
Says he, my dear, I’ll see you home, I
Thanked my charming fellow.
We trudged along, the moon shone bright,
Says he, if you’ll not tell O!
I’ll kiss you here by this good light,
Lord what a charming fellow.
You rouge says I you’ll stop my breath,
Ye bells ring out my heart O!
Again I’d die so sweet a death,
With my sweet charming fellow.