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A Maid A Being Young

Well, a maid a being young, she thought it no harm.
Well, a maid a being young, she thought it no harm.
Well, a maid a being young, she thought it no harm,
So she jumped in the bed and rolled in my arms.

And it’s what I done there I cannot tell here.
And it’s what I done there I cannot tell here.
It’s what I done there I cannot tell here,
But I wish that night had a been a long year.

Well, the six months passed and the time rolled by.
Well, the six months passed  and the time rolled by.
The six months passed and the time rolled by;
Her slippers wouldn’t button, her apron’s wouldn’t tie.

Well, if it’s a girl child, hire it a nurse.
Silver and gold, put money in it’s purse;
Take it on your lap and comb its little head,
And don’t forget the night when I got your maidenhead.

Well, if it’s a boy child, name it after me;
Stick a gun in its pocket, dress t in blue,
And tell it to see the girls likes it’s papa used to do.

MawMaw learned this bawdy number from her cousin, Bethunie Clark who was taught it one night at the schoolhouse by her teacher, among other things.  Bethunie got pregnant, and, to avoid scandal, her parents moved with her to middle Tennessee.
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    • Photos
  • Home
  • Music
    • The Resonance Sessions
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    • Ballad Swaps >
      • Ballad Bingo
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    • W/ Tim McWilliams
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      • I Remember Maw Maw >
        • Dark is The Color
        • A Maid A Being Young
        • After the Ball
        • Big Joe Dawson
        • I Wish I Was A Single Girl Again
        • I Used to Wear My Apron Low
        • Old Churchyard
        • Bonnie Blue Eyes
        • Green Grows the Laurel
        • When the Last Trumpet Shall Sound
        • High Topped Shoes
      • Ray Dellinger Memorial Garden
      • Liar's Bench Podcast
      • Bobby McMillon Legacy >
        • Remembering Bobby McMillon
        • Boogers and Haints
        • Legacy Podcast >
          • Legacy Podcast Bawdy
        • Cassette Transfers
        • Folklife On the Go
        • Hunting Tale
        • A Very Unfortunate Man
        • Field Recordings by Bobby
        • Videos From University Collections
    • Bean-String Ballad-Sing
  • Seed
    • Sweet Potatoes
  • Press & Promotional
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