Oh, Mother I would marry
Oh, Mother I would wed
I would have a house
And I would have a bed
I would have a husband
To love and live with me
For I am dreary – and almost weary
Of singularity

"Whistle, daughter, whistle
And you shall have a cow"
I cannot whistle mother
Indeed I know not how
'Tis I would have a husband
To love and live with me
For I am dreary – and almost weary
Of my propriety

"Whistle, daughter, whistle
And you shall have a sheep"
I cannot whistle mother
My mouth I cannot shape
'Tis I would have a husband
To love and live with me
Ach, I am dreary – and also weary
Of my virtuity
"Whistle, daughter, whistle
And you shall have a sheep"
I cannot whistle mother
(*whistles*)
"You're a naughty daughter sow
How can you whistle now?"
I'd rather whistle for a man, mother
Than either a sheep or a cow!