All God's Angels

One two three and

Will you marry me, sir?

Oh, tether me down

For I am too free

Will you walk hand in hand with me?

For I do carry a child by thee

Oh madam, I'll not marry thee

For I'm married away

And I'll always be

I'll not walk hand in hand with thee

Even though you've a child by me

Oh sir, heartbroken I'll be

Is she finer than I?

Is she tall and lean?

Is she the rarest you've ever seen?

Of your own heart is she the queen?

Oh madam, she's twenty of thee

She's tall and she's lean

And how she smiles on me

She's the rarest, oh yes, she is my queen

I'll never care for a girl like thee

Oh sir, then shamed am I

I'll run to the fields

And it's there I'll lie

There God's angels will around me fly

There they'll care for my child and I