As I went a’walking one morning in May
A journeyman tailor by chance came that way;
He being brisk and airy Mary saw him pass by,
She called to that young man and bid him draw nigh.

– Where were you born or where were you bred?
Or what is your name, sir? pray tell me your trade.
– I was born nigh Glaslough, fair lady, said he,
And Andrew was the name that my godfather gave me.

– Andrew, in this country I would have you to tarry
And some pretty fair maid I would have you to marry;
Perhaps that your rambling might increase your store,
So Andrew,  in this country you will ramble no more.

Andrew, I would have you for to marry me
And you’ll get attendants for to wait upon you
And then you’ll have a footboy for to walk by your side
And the day you get married, Andrew, I’ll be your bride.

– My rambling, fair lady, I don’t value one pin,
I’m always endeavoring a living to win;
Oh, but wedding with one that’s not fit for to be,
So therefore, fair lady, we will never agree.

Her father was listening how he pled his cause
He steppéd up to him, gave him great applause,
And suchen a wedding, sure never was seen
As the journeyman tailor and his beautiful queen.

Irish Traditional Music Archives

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