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With so very many men around, I know it's hard for you
To understand that any girl could be lonely, sad and blue;
For the boys don't seem to notice me, for my life I can't see why,
Darn the man that I can get no matter how I try.
The soldier in his uniform I simply do adore,
The sailors with the big blue legs I believe I like them more;
The big ones and the small ones, and the short ones and the tall,
And those with the khaki shorts on, I likes to kiss them all.
I likes the men of the air force they give me such a thrill,
Whenever one of them pass me by I simply can't keep still.
The men of the Merchant Navy, the big ones and the small,
Just walk right up and pass me by, as if I wasn't there at all;
No, I'm not very hard to please or I am not a flirt,
The man that has me for his wife, he'll get his money's worth.
I do not paint, nor powder, nor smoke the cigarettes,
A girl like me, you must agree, is very hard to get;
You would not think a girl like me for a man would have to beg,
For I don't wear ankle stockings or show my naked leg.
I wears my dress below my knees like my mother used to do,
And the strongest thing I've ever drank is a drop of homemade brew;
I don't like sport of any sort, I like to be alone,
With a young man saying nice things to me and calling me his own.
I don't care whether he's short or thin, short or thin,
Or whether he's big or small, big or small;
'Tis not his size that matters,
It's the man I want, that's all.
Now, is there not some soldier or lonely volunteer,
From the U.S.A. or Canada , Bay Bulls or Carbonear,
England or Bonavista, St. John's or Twillingate,
To have pity on a lonely girl before it is too late.
Whether he drives a tractor, an airplane, or a sub,
The very first man that comes along, I'll take him for my hub;
For after all, a man's a man wherever he may be,
I know that I would please him and I know he will please me.
Now, I am not so very short or I'm not so very tall,
I'm only six feet four inches, counting my shoes and all;
I'm not too lean or I'm not too fat, I'm just the proper size,
For a soldier, sailor, airman, or any of the boys.
I have a few cents in the bank and a home down by a beach,
And the very first night I'm married, hub will have a bottle of screech;
He'll get his arms around my neck. like my husband used to do,
For I have buried four more of them, and I'm only sixty-two.
Sung by Mike Kent (b.1904) of Cape Broyle, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
