[Chorus: Jean Ritchie]
I wonder when I shall be married
Oh, be married
Oh, be married
I wonder when I shall be married
For my beauty beginnin' to fade

[Verse]
My Mother she is so willin'
Oh, so willin'
Oh, so willin'
My Mother she is so willin'
For she has four daughters besides

My Father has forty good shillings
Oh, good shillings
Oh, good shillings
My Father has forty good shillings
And they will be mine when he dies

My shoes have gone to be mended
Oh, be mended
Oh, be mendеd
My shoes have gone to bе mended
And my petticoats gone to dye green
And they will be ready by Sunday
Oh, by Sunday
Oh, by Sunday
And they will be ready by Sunday
Oh, sigh, won't I look like a queen

A cup, a spoon and a thrincher?
Oh, a thrincher?
Oh, a thrincher?
A cup, a spoon and a thrincher?
And a candle stick made out of clay

Oh, say, won't I then be a bargain
Oh, a bargain
Oh, a bargain
Oh, say, won't I then be a bargain
For someone to carry away

[Chorus]
I wonder when I shall be married
Oh, be married
Oh, be married
I wonder when I shall be married
For my beauty beginnin' to fade