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Title
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Twas on an Easter Monday
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Singer
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Bradshaw, William
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Twas on an Easter Monday,
In the springtime of the year,
A mother and a daughter,
As you shall quickly hear.
Verse 2
Jane said, as they were walking,
'I'll tell you what I'll do:
I must and will have a husband,
For the fit comes on me now.'
Verse 3
'You say you will get married,
Where will you get a man?'
'Oh, then,' replies the daughter,
'I will have bouncing John.
Verse 4
For he calls me his dear honey,
A-milking of my cow,
And I know he loves me dearly,
For the fit comes on me now.'
Verse 5
'Suppose that he deceives you,
As he has done before?'
'Oh, then,' replies the daughter,
'I'll try a dozen more.
Verse 6
There's millers, brewers and bakers,
And men that follow the plough,
I will have a husband mother,
For the fit comes on me now.'
Verse 7
And now we have got married,
The truth to you I'll tell,
I have a handsome young man,
And he does love me well.
Verse 8
We never have any words,
Or blows in any degree,
But we live quite contented,
In peace and unity.
