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One night feelin' gay sure I went to a play,
Fell in love with a girl in the pit;
I thought her so nice that I made her me choice,
And with her sure made a big hit.
So in a mad dash I spent all of me cash,
I'll see you safe home to your door;
Says she in a rage - young man I'm engaged,
Why didn't you say so before.
Why didn't ya say so, why didn't ya say so,
Why didn't ya say so before?
Says he don't ya see the blame don't lay with me,
Why didn't ya say so before?
So wifey one day she was screamin' away,
Just because her first born was a boy;
She was squallin' and bawlin' the whole blessed day,
Instead of been dressin' her boy.
Says she dearest Joe, I don't like boys you know,
I would rather have girls by the score;
Says he don't ya see the blame don't lay with me,
Why didn't ya say so before.
Why didn't ya say so, why didn't ya say so,
Why didn't ya say so before?
Says he don't ya see the blame don't lay with me,
Why didn't ya say so before?
One night nearly mad with the toothache I had,
Sure 'twas down to Doc Power's I dropped;
With the tongs by his side and the pliers he plied,
And he pulled me four times 'round his shop.
Says I when your done, you have pulled the wrong one,
As I in great agony did roar;
Says he don't ya see the blame don't lay with me,
Why didn't ya say so before.
Why didn't ya say so, why didn't ya say so,
Why didn't ya say so before?
Says he don't ya see the blame don't lay with me,
Why didn't ya say so before?
Published in Burke's Ballads, p.58, c.1960, compiled by John White and archived at Memorial University of Newfoundland, Libraries, Centre For Newfoundland Studies - Digitized Books collection.
