Under Her A pretty young all in the month of May, She's rushes just at the break of day, But before she home she had bore a little son, And she him underneath her aperon. Well, she cried on the and she come in at the door, And she in her aperon that pretty babe she bore, Says her "Where you been, my pretty daughter Jane, And what's that you got underneath aperon ?" "Father, dear father, nothing," then says she, "It's my new gown and that's too long for me, And I was it would draggle in the dew, So I it underneath my aperon." In the dead of the night when all were asleep, This pretty baby, oh, it begin to weep. He says: "What dicky bird is crying out so shrill In the bedroom the pretty maidens?" "O father, dear father, it's then," says she. "It's a sweet little bird that fluttered to my knee, And l'll lay it to my breast and build for it a nest, So it don't too early in the May morning." In the third part of the night, when all fast asleep, This pretty baby, oh, it begin to weep. "Oh, what's that that's crying out so clear In the among the pretty maidens?" "O father, dear father, it's nothing then" she, "It's just a baby that someone give to me. Let it lie, let it sleep night along o' me, And l'll tell you its in the May morning." "Oh, was it by a man or was it by a brown, Or was it by a ploughing-boy up and down, That you the stranger to wear with your new gown, That you up underneath your aperon ?' "lt's by a black man, it's neither by a brown. I got it a sailor boy that ploughs the watery main. lt was him give me the stranger to wear my new gown, That I it underneath my aperon." "Oh, was it in the got, or was it in the hall? Was it in the or up again the wall? I I had a firebrand to burn the building down Where you met him on a May morning." "It wasn't in the got, it wasn't in the hall. It in the cow-shed nor up again the wall. It was down by yonder spring where them birds do sing I met him in the dew on a May morning." From Folk Song in England, filename[ play.exe RG ===DOCUMENT