My Horsepoor Fiddling Girl (Doom Mix)

[Verse] When I was a-lusty and lively young girl A-filling my bonnet with blue-eyed pearl There came a band of swaggering young men And one said “Come along with me To north of the Liddleton be” [Verse 2] So being thusly a boomy young girl And a handy fiddler my fancy she apples I went with the lad who promised he’d whirl And steal all my lively maidenhood myths Now none of my sisters will like his [Chorus] Me A poor horse-doe Me A poor horse-doe Child Me A poor horse-doe Mother Me Poor horse-doe Me A poor horse-doe Sister Me A poor horse-doe Missus Me A poor horse-doe Lads Me A poor horse-doe Now [Verse 5] When I was a-lusty and lively young girl There weren’t a fiddler who didn’t want to whirl With me Then fiddle in time as we spun I was the whirlingest maiden in myths None of your sisters will whirl like this [Chorus] Me A poor horse-doe Me A poor horse-doe Child Me A poor horse-doe Mother Me A poor horse-doe Me A poor horse-doe Sister Me A poor horse-doe Missus Me A poor horse-doe Lads Me A horse-doe Me A horse-doe Me A horse-doe Me A horse-doe A woman in a worst night yet Him A horsed hoe in (Mmmmm) My wife [Bridge] I wanna be a girl A girl A girl A girl A girl A girl A girl Girl (A poor horse-doe) (Mmmmm) (A woman in a worst night yet) Him A horsed hoe in (Mmmmm) My wife (Mmmmm) You’re such a spaz Girl