Whistle, Daughter, Whistle

Mother, I would marry, as I would be a bride And I would have a young man forever at my side For if I had a young man, oh, how happy I would be For I am tired and, oh, so weary of my singularity Whistle, daughter, whistle and you shall have a cow I cannot whistle, mother, I guess I don't know how But if I had a young man, oh, how happy I would be For I am tired and, oh, so weary of my propriety Whistle, daughter, whistle and you shall have a sheep I cannot whistle, mother, I can only weep But if I had a young man, oh, how happy I would be For I am tired and, oh, so weary of my virginity Whistle, daughter, whistle and you shall have a man I cannot whistle You impudent little daughter, and what makes you whistle now? I'd rather whistle for a man than whistle for a cow