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Nothing to Do

O summer was over, my flocks were all shorn
I mowed all my meadows and planted my corn
O young Maureen's cottage with intent I did view
And a-courting I went when I'd nothing to do.

Young Maureen she came and she sat in my lap
Many hours we did spend in quite innocent chat
And I told her I loved her and I told her 'twas true
And I kissed her red lips where I'd nothing to do.

Pretty Maureen she rose and with blushes replied
I love you 'tis true, but first make me your bride...
And without hesitation I made a low bow
And promised to marry when I'd nothing to do.

Young Maureen and I we were both of a mind
So we set out next morning the priest for to find
And I paid him his fee to make one out of two
And he married us both when he'd nothing to do.

O now we are married no need to repent
In a cottage in Mayo we're very content
And we love one another as a couple ought to do
And we kiss and we hug wen we've nothing to do.

Summer is over and my flocks are all shorn
I've mowed all my meadows and planted my corn
An now in the house there are children twice two
And we'll soon have another when we've nothing to do.

Tune: Spencer the Rover