My Husband’s Got No Courage In Him

Oh dear-o, Oh dear-o
Oh dear-o

Me husband's admired wherever he goes
And everyone looks well upon him
With his handsome features and well-shaped leg
But still he's got no courage in him

Oh dear-o, Oh dear-o

Me husband can dance and caper and sing
And do anything that's fitting for him
But he cannot do the thing I want
Because he's got no courage in him

Oh dear-o, Oh dear-o

All sorts of victuals I did provide
All sorts of meats that's fitting for him
With oyster pie and rhubarb too
But still he's got no courage in him

Oh dear-o, Oh dear-o

Every night when I goes to bed
I lie and throw me leg right o'er him
And me hand I clamp between his thighs
But I can't put any courage in him

Oh dear-o, Oh dear-o

Seven long years I've made his bed
And every night I've lain beside him
But this morning I rose with me maidenhead
For still he's got no courage in him

Oh dear-o, Oh dear-o

I wish me husband he was dead
And in his grave I'd quickly lay him
And then I'd find another one
That's got a little courage in him

Oh dear-o, Oh dear-o
Oh dear-o