The Bedmaking Songtext
von Martin Carthy

My father he was a good old man
He put me to service when I was very young
My missus and me we never could agree
Because that my master he would love me
Missus sent me upstairs to the loft
To make up her bed so neat and soft
Master followed after with a gay gold ring
Saying Betty have this for your bed making
All through the kitchen and down through the hall
All through the parlor among the women all
Master followed after with a gay gold ring
Saying Betty have this for your bed making
Missus come upstairs in a great haste
Caught the master there with his arm round my waist
From the top to the bottom stair she did him fling
Saying mister have that for your bed making
All through the kitchen and down through the hall
All through the parlor among the women all Everybody asked me where ever I had been
And a-laughing I said at the bed making
Missus 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 bed making
Six month over and seven month past
Pretty fair maid grew thick about the waist
Her stays wouldn′t pin caught up in a four pin
She cried when she thought of the bed making
Eight month over and nine month gone
Pretty fair maid had a beautiful son
She 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 parlor among the women all
Saying if you won't pay me take your little son John