Take Her Out Of Pity

(álbum: Close-Up - 1961)

I had a sister Sally, she was younger than I am
Had so many sweethearts, she had to deny them
But as for sister Sarah, you know she hasn't many
And if you knew her heart, she'd grateful for any

Come a lands man, a pins man, a tinker or a tailor; doctor, a lawyer, soldier, or sailor
A rich man, a poor man, a fool or a witty, don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity

We had a sister Sally, she was ugly and misshapen
By the time she was sixteen years old she was taken
By the time she was eighteen, a son and a daughter
Sarah's almost twenty-nine, never had an offer

Come a lands man, a pins man, a tinker or a tailor; doctor, a lawyer, soldier, or sailor
A rich man, a poor man, a fool or a witty, don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity

She never would be scolding. She never would be jealous
Her husband would have money to go to the alehouse
He was there a-spending. She'd be home a-saving
And I leave it up to you if she is not worth having

Come a lands man, a pins man, a tinker or a tailor; doctor, a lawyer, soldier, or sailor
A rich man, a poor man, a fool or a witty, don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity