Stan Rogers - Oh No, Not I lyrics

A Newfoundland sailor went walking on the strand He spied a pretty, fair young maid and took her by the hand "Oh will you go to Newfoundland along with me?" he cried But the answer that she gave to him was "Oh no, not I." "If I were to marry you, on me 'twould be the blame Your friends and relations would scorn me to shame If you were born of noble blood and me of low degree Do you think that I could marry you? It's oh no, not me." Six months being over and seven coming nigh This pretty fair young maiden she began to look so shy Her corsets would not meet and her apron would not tie Made her think on all the times when she said "oh no not I". Eight months being over and nine coming on This pretty fair young maiden she brought forth a son She wrote a letter to her love to come most speedily But the answer that he gave to her was "Oh no, not me." He said "My pretty fair maid, the best thing you can do Is take your child upon your back and a-begging you may go And It's when that you get tired you can sit you down to cry And think on all the times when you said "Oh no, not I". So come all you pretty fair maids, a warning take by me Don't ever put your trust in the green willow tree For the leaves they will wither and the root it will die Make you think on all the times when you said "oh no, not I".