My Husband’s Got No Courage

As I went out one May morning

To view the fields and leaves a-springing

I saw two maidens standing by

And one of them her hands was wringing

Oh dear-o ! oh dear-o !

My husband's got no courage in him.

Oh dear-o !

Me husband's admired wherever he goes

And everyone looks well upon him

With his handsome features and well-shaped leg

But still he's got no courage in him

Me husband can dance and caper and sing

And do anything that's fitting for him

But he cannot do the thing I want

Because he's got no courage in him

All sorts of vittles I did provide

A sorts of meats that's fitting for him

With oyster pie and rhubarb too

But still he's got no courage in him

Every night when I goes to bed

I lie and throw me leg right o'er him

And me hand I clamp between his thighs

But I can't put any courage in him

Seven long years I've made his bed

And every night I've lain beside him

But this morning I rose with me maidenhead

For still he's got no courage in him

I wish me husband he was dead

And in his grave I'd quickly lay him

And then I'd find another one

That had a little courage in him

So all ye maids come listen to me

Don't marry a man before you've tried him

Or else you'll sing this song like me

Me husband's got no courage in him