my husband’SG OT no courage

As I went out one May morning
To view the fields and leaves a-springing
I saw two maidens standing by
And one of them her hands was wringing
Oh dear-o ! oh dear- o !
My husbands got no courage in him.
Oh dear-o !
Me husbands admired wherever he goes
And everyone looks well upon him
With his handsome features and well-shaped leg
But still hes got no courage in him
Me husband can dance and caper and sing
And do anything thats fitting for him
But he cannot do the thing I want
Because hes got no courage in him
All sorts of vittles I did provide
A sorts of meats thats fitting for him
With oyster pie and rhubarb too
But still hes got no courage in him
Every night when I goes to bed
I lie and throw me leg right oer him
And me hand I clamp between his thighs
But I cant put any courage in him
Seven long years Ive made his bed
And every night Ive lain beside him
But this morning I rose with me maidenhead
For still hes got no courage in him
I wish me husband he was dead
And in his grave Id quickly lay him
And then Id find another one
That had a little courage in him
So all ye maids come listen to me
Dont marry a man before youve tried him
Or else youll sing this song like me
Me husbands got no courage in him