Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Gudewife, when your gudeman's from home
Might I but be sae bold
As come into your bed-chamber
When the winter nights are cold
As come into your bed-chamber
When the nights are cold and wet
And lie down in your gudeman's stead
Gudewife, would you do that?
Young man, if you should be so kind
When my gudeman's from home
As come into my bed-chamber
Where I am laid alone
And lie in my gudeman's stead
Young man, I'll tell you what
He jigs me five times every niht
Young man, could you do that?