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Me father he was a good old man
He put me to service when I was very young
Me missus and me, we never could agree
Because that me master he would love me
Missus sent me upstairs to the loft
To make up a bed so neat and soft
Master followed after with a gay gold ring
Saying "Betty, have this for your bed making"
All through the kitchen and down through the hall
All through the parlour among the women all
Master followed after with a gay gold ring
Saying "Betty, have this for your bed making"
Missus come upstairs in a great haste
Caught the master there with his arm 'round me waist
From the top to the bottom stairs she did him fling
Saying "Mister, have that for your bed making"
All through the kitchen and down through the hall
All through the parlour among the women all
Everybody asked me wherever I had been
And a-laughing I said "At the bed making"
Missus she flung me out of the door
She called me a nasty cheeky little whore
The weather being wet and me clothes being thin
How I wished I was back at the bed making
Six month over and seven month past
Pretty fair maid grew thick about the waist
Her stays wouldn't mend, caught up in a four-pin
She cried when she thought of the bed making
Eight month over and nine month gone
Pretty fair maid had a beautiful son
She took him to the church, she had him christened John
And she took him back again to the dear old man
She cursed him through the kitchen and down through the hall
Cursed him through the parlour among the women all
Saying "If you won't pay me, take your little son John
'Cause he never cost you nothing but the bed making"