Poor Sarah’s a-weeping,
A-weeping, a-weeping;
Oh, what is she a-weeping for,
A-weeping for, a-weeping for?
I’m weeping for a sweetheart,
A sweetheart, a sweetheart;
I’m weeping for a sweetheart
This bright summer day.
Oh, she shall have a sweetheart,
A sweetheart, a sweetheart;
Oh, she shall have a sweetheart
This bright summer day.
Go to church, loves,
Go to church, loves.
Say your prayers, loves,
Say your prayers, loves.
Kiss your lovers,
Kiss your lovers;
Rise up and choose your love.
—Liphook, Hants. (Miss Fowler).
Poor Mary sits weeping, weeping, weeping,
Poor Mary sits weeping on a bright summer’s day;
On the carpet she must kneel till the grass grows on the field.
Stand up straight upon your feet,
And show me the one you love so sweet.
Now you’re married, I wish you joy;
First a girl, and second a boy;
If one don’t kiss, the other must,
So kiss, kiss, kiss.