What Ails You


There was a bonny dame,
For long in The Pas did dwell.
She dearly loved her man,
Another twice as well.

Says she, "Lawd, O Lawd! What ails you?
Tell me, dear, O dear!
What ails you?
And what's the matter now?"

Says he, "Myself I'd drown
If but I found a way."
Says she, "With you I'd drown,
For fear you'd go astray."

Says she, "Lawd, O Lawd! What ails you?
Tell me, dear, O dear!
What ails you?
And what's the matter now?"

To town straightway she flew
To look and try to find
A drug or other brew
To make her old man blind.

Says she, "Lawd, O Lawd! What ails you?
Tell me, dear, O dear!
What ails you?
And what's the matter now?"

She to the river went,
And tried to push him in.
He stepped aside and sent
The dear old girl right in.

Says she, "Lawd, O Lawd! What ails you?
Tell me, dear, O dear!
What ails you?
And what's the matter now?"

She bawled in deadly fear,
As loud as she could bawl.
Says he, "What's that, my dear?
I cannot see at all."

Says she, "Lawd, O Lawd! What ails you?
Tell me, dear, O dear!
What ails you?
And what's the matter now?"

He would not take a chance,
For fear that she could swim.
But took a good long branch
And pushed her farther in.

Says she, "Lawd, O Lawd! What ails you?
Tell me, dear, O dear!
What ails you?
And what's the matter now?"

Adapted from a tradional song in Simcoe County, Ontario and sung by George Ryckman.

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