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When we were silly sisters, seven sisters were so mild
Five went to bride-bed and five are dead with child

Then it's up spoke young Mary and it's single she would bide
For if ever she was in man's bed, the same death she would die

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"Oh, it's take no vows, Mary, for fear they broken be
For there is a knight in Wallington asking good will of thee"

"Oh, if there is a knight, mother, asking good will of me
Then it's in three quarters of a year you may bury me"

Well, she had not been in Wallington three quarters and a day
Till she was as big with baby as any lady

"Oh, is there not a boy in this
town that would win up hosen and shoen?"
Then it's up spoke a page-boy, "Your errand I will run!"

"Give respects to my mother as she sits in her chair of stone
Ask her how she likes the news of seven to have but one"

When her mother she heard the news, in anger cried she
And she's kicked the table with her foot and kicked it with her knee

Then she's called for her waiting-maid and also her stable-groom
"Come fetch me my cloak and go saddle up the brown"

But when they came to Wallington and into Wallington Hall
There was four-and-twenty ladies that let the tears down fall

And her daughter, she had a scope into her cheek and into her chin
All for to keep her sweet life till her mother she come in

Now she's taken a razor that was both sharp and fine
And from out of her left side she's took the heir to Wallington

"Oh, there is a race in Wallington, and that I rue full sore
Though the cradle it be well spread up, the bride-bed is left bare"

And when we were silly sisters, seven sisters were so mild
Five went to bride-bed and five are dead with child

Then it's up spoke young Mary and it's single she would bide
For if ever she was in man's bed, the same death she would die

Writer(s): DP, JUNE TABOR, MARK EMERSON

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