My Little Carpenter

I'll tell to you a new song, 'tis lately been made

Of a little carpenter who courted a fair maid

He courted her, he courted her. He loved her as his life

Oft times he'd asked her if she would be his wife

Along come an old man, he come from Noah's ark

A long way to travel and going in the dark

I can't fancy you old man, you look so old and grim

Oh my little carpenter, oh what's become of him

Along come the blacksmith, it was the other day

He gave me a handkerchief, or so the people say

He gave me a golden ring to talk with him again

Oh my little carpenter, oh what's become of him

Along come a young man, he come from Scarlet town

With gold chains and finger rings, he throwed 'em on the ground

I can fancy you, young man, you look so neat and trim

Oh my little carpenter, what would become of him

Along come the carpenter, he come so neat and slow

All the money that he makes he brings to me to show

He hews with his broad axe all day, he sits by me at night

Oh my little carpenter, my whole heart's delight