GO AND ASK MY MOTHER.

You have told me many times and oft,
That I was fair and comely –
My eyes were bright, my tresses soft,
And other girls were homely.
She’s quite too young to know her will,
The folks say to each other;
But if you truly love me still,
Go and ask my mother.
Chorus – Go, go, go, go and ask my mother.

I’ve seen you dance with city girls,
And flirt with country cousins;
Praise Julia and her raven curls,
And glances throw by dozens;
I thought it very strange, and vowed
I’d look out for another;
But when you smiles d my anger bowed,
So go and ask my mother.
Chorus – Go, go, go, go and ask my mother.

I am told there’s care in married life –
That all the joy’s in courting;
When young men have secured a wife,
They say there vows were sporting;
But I won’t believe what old maid say,
If you won’t choose another;
You have bothered so much to-day,
Go and ask my mother.
Chorus – Go, go, go, go and ask my mother.