|Lyrics:||On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving |
Down by the clear river I rollicked along.
I heard an old man making sad lamentation;
He was rocking the cradle and the child not his
cho: Hi ho, hi ho, my laddie lie aisy
For perhaps your own daddy might never be
I'm sitting and sighing and rocking the cradle,
And nursin' the baby that's none of
When first that I married your inconstant mother
I thought myself lucky to be
blessed with a wife.
But for my misfortune, sure I was mistaken
She's proved both a curse
and a plague on my life.
She goes out every night to a ball or a party
And leaves me
here rockin' he cradle alone.
The innocent laddie he calls me his daddy
But little he
knows that he's none of my own.
Now come all ye young men that's inclined to get married
Take my advice and let the women alone.
For by the Lord Harry, if ever you marry
They'll leave you with a baby that's none of your own.