The Frolicsome Old Women of Sunderland: Or, the Disappointed Young Maids
Tune—They’ll marry tho’ threescore and ten.
You Sunderland lasses draw near,
Sure you are forsaken by men;
But the old women, they
Forget for to play,
But will get married at three score and ten.
You Sunderland lasses are slow,
And yet there’s good choice of young men;
The old women, they
Do shew you fair play,
They get married at threescore and ten.
A house that’s within full sea mark,
Is very well accustomed by men;
But better had they
To live honest, I say,
Or get married at threescore and ten.
There are sailors that are clever young blades,
And keel-bullies like unto them;
You maids that are fair,
Get married this year,
Lest you tarry till threescore and ten.
The old women carry the day,
They beat both the maids and the men;
To give Sunderland the sway,
For ever and ay,
They’ll marry tho’ threescore and ten.