The Happy Stranger, or, The Fortunate Meeting/My Apron Deary

by Anonymous

For other versions of this work, see My Apron Deary.

Text divider from 'The Happy Stranger, or, The Fortunate Meeting', a chapbook printed in Glasgow in 1802

MY APRON DEARY.

'Twas early in the morning, a morning of May
A soldier and a lassie was walking astray,
Close down in yon meadow, yon meadow brow,
I heard the lass cry, My apron now.

Chorus
My apron, deary, my apron now,
My belly bears up my apron now:
But I, being a young thing, was easy to woo,
Which makes me cry out, My apron now.

 O had I ta'en counsel of father or mother,
Or had I advised with sister or brother;
But I, being a young thing, and easy to woo,
It makes me cry out, My apron now.
  My, apron apron deary, my now, &c.

 Your apron, deary, I must confess,
Seems something the shorter, tho' naithing the less:
Then ba'd your tongue deary, & I will prove true,
And nae mair cry out your apron now.

Chorus
Your apron deary, Your apron now,
Your belly bears up your apron now,
Then had your tongue, deary, & I will prove true,
And nae mair cry out your apron now.