Seventeen Come Sunday-Thomas Bunting (Warw) c.1870
[From James Madison Carpenter Collection, JMC/1/1/1/F, p. 00581; https://www.vwml.org/record/RoudFS/S326671 This is based on the Seventeen" revision dated c. 1840.
R. Matteson 2017]
Seventeen Come Sunday- sung by Thomas Bunting of Sherborne, Warwickshire. Learned 60 years from his father (Carpenter 1929-1936)
As I was walking out one May morning,
One May morning so early,
Who did I meet but a pretty fair maid,
Just as the tide was flowing.
CHORUS: With my right tu-fu-ral
Right tu-fu-ral the riddle ayedo.
Where are you going, my pretty fair maid,
Where are you going, my honey?
She answered me right cheerfully,
An errand to my mammy.
How old are you, my pretty fair maid,
How old are you, my honey?
She answered me right cheerfully,
I'm seventeen come Sunday.
You can come down to me mammy's house
When the moon is shining clearly,
I will come down and let you in
And you can sleep in my arms till morning.
I did go down to her mammy's house
When the moon is shining clearly,
She did come down and let me in
And I slept in her arms till morning.