Classic Poem

When boys go a-courting they dress up so fine,
To cheat the poor girls is all their design.
They'll sit there an tatter and tatter and lie,
They'll keep up the girls 'til they're ready to die.
Chorus
Larey-wo, wo, wo, larey-wo.
The girls they be wearied, they'll rise up and say:
“Boys, I'm sleepy, I wish you'd go away.
You're nothing but false-hearted and such I do scorn.”
Before you go home you will lie in the barn.
CHORUS: Larey-wo, etc.
Next morning, next morning, the boys they'll rise,
Brush off the straws and wipe open their eyes,
They'll mount on their horses and home they will ride,
Like false-hearted fellows all puffed up with pride.
CHORUS: Larey-wo, etc.
When they get there they'll stagger and reel,
Sing: “Bless all the girls, how sleepy I feel,
No wife to control me, no children to brawl,”
How happy this young man keeps bachelor hall.
CHORUS: Larey-wo, etc.