And lived in Sandgate street;

To keep me warm at neit.

Some good-like body, some bonny body,

To be with me at noon;

But last I married a keelman,

And my good days are done.

To hear me say my prayers;

And he kicks me down the stairs.

He’s an ugly body, a bubbly body,

An ill-far’d, ugly loon;

And I have married a keelman,

And my good days are done.

To die my apron blue;

And he makes me sorely rue.

He’s an ugly body, a bubbly body,

An ill-far’d, ugly loon;

And I have married a keelman,

And my good days are done.

To make me chair and stool;

And he’s a perfect fool.

He’s an ugly body, a bubbly body,

An ill-far’d, ugly loon;

And I have married a keelman,

And my good days are done.

To bring me sugar and tea;