Take my advice never court a young man
Tune: Traditional (from the singing of Jeannie Robertson)
A young man came a-courtin' me,
O dee o darrity.
A young man came a-courtin' me,
Eager and keen.
A young man came a-courtin' me,
Wrestled and fought with me:
Take my advice, never court a young man.
He put his lips to my cheek,
Ne'er a sweet word did speak.
He put his hand on my knee,
Then climbed on top of me.
He put his hand on my thigh,
Shuddered like he would die.
We entered the pleasure zone,
He started to moan and groan.
He jumped like he had a fit:
Five seconds and that was it.
He lay like he was dead,
Not eager nor keen.
He lay like he was dead,
So I crept out of bed
Into the arms of a much better man.
You can keep all your pretty boys,
O dee o darrity,
Keep all your pretty boys,
Eager or keen.
Keep all your pretty boys,
They're just all talk and noise,
Take my advice never court a young man.
