Marry me, marry me, do.
A handsome young drummer
came by in the spring
with beautiful laces and cases.
I'm sorry, she said.
I can't buy anything.
Tis love that I need more than laces.
Won't you marry me, marry me?
Up to the altar please carry me.
Give me combs for my curls
made of silver and pearls
And a two -penny bridal bouquet.
Say, hurry up, hurry up
Hitch that old horse to the surrey up
And I'll vow to be true to no one but you
So marry me, marry me, do
That handsome young drummer,
alas, said adieu
She wept cause she thought he
for got her
One day with a heart that
was broken in two
She sent him the following
letter
Won't you marry me, marry me,
Up to the altar please carry me,
And I'll vow to be true to no one but you,
So marry me, marry me, do.
Dear lady, the drummer by letter replied,
The whole situation's bewild 'rin'
Last winter the cough
carried off my poor bride
If you wanna take care of six children
Won't you marry me, marry me
Pack your felices and marry me
Bring six bottles of milk
And a spool and some silk
There'll be dozens of riches to sow
Oh, hurry up, hurry up
Hitch that old horse to the surrey up
And I'll vow to be true to no one but you
So marry me, marry me, do
Marry me, marry me, do