All the Lads in Town

Johnny is a handsome lad
And asked me for to wed
And I would marry Johnny
But me father up and said
«I am sorry to tell you, daughter
What your mother never knew
But Johnny is a son of mine
And so is kin to you.»
The boy that I will marry will be handsome, strong, and tall
And he will sing my praises and be at my beck and call
The boy that I will marry will keep me satiated
And every night in bed I’ll pray that we are not related
William is a handsome lad
And so is Pat O’Brian
So too is Mickey Grady
And his younger brother Ryan
But father was a busy man
His seed so far did spread
He told me they’re my brothers all
So safe my maidenhead
The boy that I will marry will be handsome, strong, and tall
And he will sing my praises and be at my beck and call
The boy that I will marry will keep me satiated
And every night in bed I’ll pray that we are not related
Ye never saw a lass so sad
And sorry as I was
The lads in town were all my kin
And me father was the cause
If I should die a single maid
For that adulterer’s sport
I think I’ll go to mother for
His wanderings to report
«Now, daughter, didn’t I teach you
To forgive and to forget?
Himself he sowed his wild old oats
But that you needn’t fret
Your father may be father
To all the lads but still
He’s not the one that sired you
So marry who you will.»
The boy that I will marry will be handsome, strong, and tall
And he will sing my praises and be at my beck and call
And since my mother twiddled with a sailor come from sea
I’ll find myself a handsome lad who’ll not be kin to me
The boy that I will marry will be handsome, strong, and tall
And he will sing my praises and be at my beck and call
The boy that I will marry will keep me satiated
And every night in bed I’ll pray that we are not related