Song | The Bedmaking |
Artist | Martin Carthy |
Album | Essential |
Me father, he was a good old man, | |
He put me to service when I was very young. | |
My mistress and me we never could agree, | |
Because that my master he would love me. | |
Well she sent me upstairs to the loft | |
To make up a bed so neat and soft. | |
Master followed up with a gay gold ring, | |
Saying, “Betty, have this for your bedmaking.” | |
All through the kitchen and down through the hall, | |
All through the parlour among the women all, | |
Master followed up with a gay gold ring, | |
Saying, “Betty, have this for your bedmaking.” | |
Mistress come upstairs in a great haste, | |
Caught the master there with his arm round me waist. | |
From the top to the bottom stair she did him fling, | |
Saying, “Mister, take that for your bedmaking.” | |
All through the kitchen and down through the hall, | |
All through the parlour among the women all. | |
Everybody asked me wherever I had been, | |
And they laughed when I said, “At the bedmaking.” | |
Mistress she flung me out of the door, | |
She called me a nasty cheeky little whore. | |
The weather being wet and my clothes being thin, | |
How I wished I was back at the bedmaking. | |
Six month over and seven month past, | |
Pretty fair maid grew thick about the waist. | |
Her stays wouldn't meet nor her pinafore pin; | |
She cried when she thought of the bedmaking. | |
Eight month over and nine month gone, | |
Pretty fair maid had a beautiful son. | |
She's took him to the church, she had him christened John, | |
And she took him back again to the dear old man. | |
She cursed him through the kitchen and down through the hall, | |
Cursed him through the parlour among the women all, | |
Saying, “If you won't pay me, take your little son John, | |
Cos he never cost you nothing but the bedmaking.” |
Me father, he was a good old man, | |
He put me to service when I was very young. | |
My mistress and me we never could agree, | |
Because that my master he would love me. | |
Well she sent me upstairs to the loft | |
To make up a bed so neat and soft. | |
Master followed up with a gay gold ring, | |
Saying, " Betty, have this for your bedmaking." | |
All through the kitchen and down through the hall, | |
All through the parlour among the women all, | |
Master followed up with a gay gold ring, | |
Saying, " Betty, have this for your bedmaking." | |
Mistress come upstairs in a great haste, | |
Caught the master there with his arm round me waist. | |
From the top to the bottom stair she did him fling, | |
Saying, " Mister, take that for your bedmaking." | |
All through the kitchen and down through the hall, | |
All through the parlour among the women all. | |
Everybody asked me wherever I had been, | |
And they laughed when I said, " At the bedmaking." | |
Mistress she flung me out of the door, | |
She called me a nasty cheeky little whore. | |
The weather being wet and my clothes being thin, | |
How I wished I was back at the bedmaking. | |
Six month over and seven month past, | |
Pretty fair maid grew thick about the waist. | |
Her stays wouldn' t meet nor her pinafore pin | |
She cried when she thought of the bedmaking. | |
Eight month over and nine month gone, | |
Pretty fair maid had a beautiful son. | |
She' s took him to the church, she had him christened John, | |
And she took him back again to the dear old man. | |
She cursed him through the kitchen and down through the hall, | |
Cursed him through the parlour among the women all, | |
Saying, " If you won' t pay me, take your little son John, | |
Cos he never cost you nothing but the bedmaking." |