I'm sweet forty-five and my dear little wife,
She's twenty years younger than me;
She's fond of enjoyment and all sorts of fun,
She loves to go out on a spree.
Lawty, tauty, hush a my baby,
Hail, my baby grows so high;
Lawty, tauty, hush a my baby,
Mother will come to baby by 'n by.
One night as my baby lay silent in sleep,
I took a short stroll around the street,
And to my surprise my dear wife I spied,
Hugging a soldier sixteen.
Lawty, tauty, hush a my baby,
Hail, my baby grows so high;
Lawty, tauty, hush a my baby,
Mother will come to baby by 'n by.
Collected by MacEdward Leach in 1960 from Peter E Letto [1895-1961] of Lance au Clair, NL, and published as #115 in Folk Ballads And Songs Of The Lower Labrador Coast, p.285, by The National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.
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