The Little Carpenter

I’ll tell to you a new tale that’s lately been made
Tis of a little carpenter who courted a fair maid
He courted her, he courted her, he loved her as his life
Oft times he asked her if she would be his bride
Along come an old man, he come from Noey’s Ark
A long ways a-traveling, a-going in the dark
Said «I can’t fancy you old man, you look too old and thin
But oh, my little carpenter, oh what’s become of him?»
Along come a young man, he come from Scarlett Town
With gold chains and finger-rings, h throwed them on the ground
Said «I could fancy you young man, you look so nat and trim
But oh, my little carpenter, what would become of him?»
Along come a carpenter, he come so neat and slow
All the money that he makes he brings to me to show
He works with his broadax all day and sets by me all night
Oh my little carpenter, my whole heart’s delight