Billy Grimes, The Rover

Tomorrow morn I'll be sixteen And Billy Grimes, the rover He's popped the question to me, Ma And he wants to be my lover And he'll be here in the morning, Ma And he'll be there quite early To take a pleasant walk with me Across yon fields of barley Oh, daughter, dear, you shall not go There is no use in talking You shall not go with Billy Grimes Across yon fields a-walking Just think of such presumption too The dirty ugly rover I wonder where your pride has gone To think of such a lover Oh, Mama dear, I must confess That Billy isn't quite clever But a nicer beau could not be found In this wide world all over Oh, daughter dear, I am surprised At your infatuation To think of having Billy Grimes It would be ruination Oh, Mama dear, old Grimes is dead And Billy is the only Surviving heir of all that's left About six thousand yearly Oh, daughter dear, I did not hear Your last remarks quite clearly But Billy is a nice young man And no doubt loves you dearly