Underneath Her Apron

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[Verse]
  C                     F         
A pretty young girl all in the 
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month of May
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A gathering rushes just at the break
 of day
      Am                           
But before she's come home, she has
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 born a little son
          C              G        
And she's rolled him all 
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underneath her apron

[Verse]
    C                              
All in the first part of the night,
      F              G
 when all were fast asleep
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This pretty little baby, oh, it 
began to weep
     Am                            
"Oh, what's that little babe that's
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 a-crying out so shrill
       C        G             
In the bedroom among the pretty 
  C  G
maidens?"

[Verse]
    C                        
"Oh father, dear father, it's 
 F                   G
nothing then," said she
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"It's just a little bird that my 
sister gave to me
         Am                     
And I'll build for it a nest and 
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I'll warm it on my breast
        C                 G       
So that it won't wake you early in
     C   G
 the May morning"

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[Verse]
    C                              
All in the last part of the night, 
     F               G
when they were fast asleep
G
This pretty little baby, again began
 to weep
     Am                            
"Oh, what's that little babe that's
 G
 crying out so clear
       C        G             
In the bedroom among the pretty 
  C  G
maidens?"

[Verse]
    C                        
"Oh father, dear father, it's 
 F                  G
nothing then" said she
 G
"It's just a little baby that 
someone gave to me
       Am                     G
Let it lie, let it sleep this night 
along o' me
         C               G        
And I'll tell to you its daddy in 
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the May morning"

[Verse]
     C                        F   
"Oh, was it by a black man or was 
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it by a brown
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Or was it by a ploughing-boy, 
a-ploughing up and down
     Am                        G
That gave you the stranger you wear 
with your new gown
            C         G        
That you've rolled up underneath 
       C G
your apron?'

[Verse]
    C                           
"It wasn't by a black man and it 
 F           G
wasn't by a brown
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But it was by a sailor lad, that 
ploughs the watery main
        Am                         
And was him gave me the stranger I 
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wear with my new gown
          C         G             
That I've rolled up underneath me 
C G
apron"

[Verse]
     C                             
"Oh, was it in the kitchen got, or 
F             G
was it in the hall?
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Or was it in the cowshed or up 
against the wall?
  Am                        G
I wish I had a firebrand to burn the
 building down
          C        G        C   
Where you met with him on a May 
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morning"

[Verse]
    C                              
"It wasn't in the kitchen-room got,
    F             G
 it wasn't in the hall
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It wasn't in the cowshed, nor up 
again the wall
       Am                          
It was down by yonder spring, where
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 them pretty birds do sing
       C        G        C
That I met with him on a May 
   G
morning"