Some women sing songs of lovers they've lost
Or lovers that never have been
How their husbands have sailed across the salt sea
Or thought of them during war's ¿den¿
But to me these songs are elusive it seems
For fate gives me no chance to grieve
For how can I sing of songs of lost love
When my husband refuses to leave
Ooooh how can I say that I'll miss him
When he won't oblige me and leave
If he'd do what was right he would die in a fight
And I'd siing of sadness and grieve
Nelly's beau seeks his fortune abroad
And nine months of twelve he's at sea
She'll sigh and she'll cry but when one month has past
She still has eight months to be free
I pushed and ¿congaled¿ my husband to join
The mariners bold and stout
To me he did say "How could I leave you
You take care of my gout"
Ooooh how can I say that I'll miss him
When he won't oblige me and leave
If he'd do what was right he would die in a fight
And I'd siing of sadness and grieve
Nancy did marry a player of songs
Who travels from shire to shire
And Maggy's good man is never at home
For he works as a ¿tinkered¿ for hire
I would rather my man feel the pull of the cloth
Join the church and sit in a pew
Or a nightly jaunt to the inn down the road
With a mistress for him to pursue
Ooooh how can I say that I'll miss him
When he won't oblige me and leave
If he'd do what was right he would die in a fight
And I'd siing of sadness and grieve
Ooooh how can I say that I'll miss him
When he won't oblige me and leave
If he'd do what was right he would die in a fight
If he loved me at all he would die in a brawl
I pray to the lord that he'll fall on a sword
And how can I sing of songs of lost love
When my husband refuses to leave