Lloyd - Under Her Apron lyrics correction

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Under Her Apron
A pretty young girl all in the month of May,
She's gathering rushes just at the break of day,
But before she come home she had bore a little son,
And she rolled him underneath her aperon.
Well, she cried on the threshold and she come in at the door,
And she folded in her aperon that pretty babe she bore,
Says her father: "Where you been, my pretty daughter Jane,
And what's that you got underneath your aperon? "
"Father, dear father, it's nothing," then says she,
"It's only my new gown and that's too long for me,
And I was afraid it would draggle in the dew,
So I rolled it underneath my aperon. "
In the dead of the night when all were fast asleep,
This pretty little baby, oh, it begin to weep.
He says: "What little dicky bird is crying out so shrill
In the bedroom among the pretty maidens? "
"O father, dear father, it's nothing then," says she.
"It's a sweet little dicky bird that fluttered to my knee,
And l'll lay it to my breast and I'll build for it a nest,
So it don't wake too early in the May morning. "
In the third part of the night, when all were fast asleep,
This pretty little baby, oh, it begin to weep.
"Oh, what's that baby that's crying out so clear
In the bedroom among the pretty maidens? "
"O father, dear father, it's nothing then" says she,
"It's just a pretty baby that someone give to me.
Let it lie, let it sleep this night along o' me,
And l'll tell you it's daddy in the May morning. "
"Oh, was it by a black man or was it by a brown,
Or was it by a ploughing-boy a-ploughing up and down,
That give you the stranger to wear with your new gown,
That you rolled up underneath your aperon? '
"lt's neither by a black man, it's neither by a brown.
I got it from a sailor boy that ploughs the watery main.
Lt was him give me the stranger to wear with my new gown,
That I rolled it underneath my aperon. "
"Oh, was it in the kitchen got, or was it in the hall?
Was it in the cow-shed or up again the wall?
I wish I had a firebrand to burn the building down
Where you met with him on a May morning. "
"It wasn't in the kitchen got, it wasn't in the hall.
It wasn't in the cow-shed nor up again the wall.
It was down by yonder spring where them little birds do sing
That I met him in the dew on a May morning. "
From Folk Song in England, Lloyd
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Correct Under Her Apron Lyrics