As I went out one summer's day To view the fields and the leaves were springing I met two maids all on the way One of them her hands was wringing And all of her conversation was, "My husband's got no courage in him!" Oh dear, oh Oh dear, oh, My husband's got no courage in him Oh dear, oh All sorts of meats I do preserves All sorts of drinks that's fitting for him Oyster pie and rhubarb too But that don't put no courage in him Oh dear, oh Oh dear, oh, But that don't put no courage in him Oh dear, oh For seven long years I made his bed And for six of them I laid again him This morning I rose with my maidenhead Shows he's got no courage in him Oh dear, oh Oh dear, oh, Shows he's got no courage in him Oh dear, oh I wish to God that he was dead And in his grave I'd quickly lay him Then I'd find a nice young man That's got a bit of courage in him Oh dear, oh Oh dear, oh, That's got a bit of courage in him Oh dear, oh Come all you maids where e'er you be Don't you marry a man before you tried him Or else you'll sing your song like me My husbands got not courage in him Oh dear, oh Oh dear, oh, My husband's got no courage in him Oh dear, oh