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Whistle Daughter, Whistle

This song is by Peggy Seeger and appears on the album Folk Songs of Courting and Complaint (1954).

Mother, I long to get married, I long to be a bride
I long to be with that young man, for ever by his side
Forever by his side, O how happy I should be
For I'm young and merry and almost weary of my virginity

Daughter, I was twenty before that I was woo'd
And many a long and lonesome mile I carried my maidenhood
Mother that may be, but it's not the case with me
For I'm young and merry and almost weary of my virginity

Whistle, daughter, whistle, and you shall have a sheep
I cannot whistle mother, but I can sadly weep
My maidenhood does grieve me, it fills my heart with fear
For it is a burden, a heavy burden, it's more than I can bear

Whistle, daughter, whistle, and you shall have a cow
I cannot whistle mother, indeed I know not how
My maidenhood does grieve me, it fills my heart with fear
For it is a burden, a heavy burden, it's more than I can bear

Whistle, daughter, whistle, and you shall have a man
(Whistle)..., you see how well I can
You nasty impudent jade, what makes you whistle now?
I'd rather whistle for a man than either sheep or cow

You nasty, impudent jade, I will pull your courage down
Take off your silks and satins, put on your working gown
I'll take you to the fields a-tossing of the hay
With your fork and rake the hay to make, and then hear what you say

Mother, don't be so cruel to send me to the field
Where young men may entice me and to them I may yield
Oh, mother it's quite well known I am not too young grown
And it is a pity a maid so pretty as I should live alone

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