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My Apron Now

[ Roud 8700 ; trad.]

Apron Deary is a song about a seduced girl lamenting her pregnancy. It was printed in David Herd's 1776 book Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads, etc., Second Volume.

Sophie Crawford sang My Apron Now on her 2018 album Silver Pin. She noted:

I heard a version of this sung by Ewan MacColl. I presume it is Scottish.

Lyrics

Apron Deary in Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs Sophie Crawford sings My Apron Now

'Twas early in the morning, a morning of May,
A soldier and a lassie was wauking astray;
Close down in yon meadow, yon meadow brow,
I heard the lass cry, my apron now,

As I was a-walking one morning in May,
A sailor and his true love were walking astray;
Close by in the valley, in yon valley brow,
I heard the lass cry, my apron now,

Chorus (after each verse):
My apron, deary, my apron now,
My belly bears up my apron now,
But I being a young thing, was easy to woo,
Which maks me cry out, my apron now.

Chorus (after each verse):
My apron, deary, my apron now,
My belly bears up my apron now,
But I being a young thing, was easy to woo,
Which maks me cry out, my apron now.

O had I ta'en counsel o' father or mother,
Or had I advised wi' sister or brother,
But I being a young thing and easy to woo,
It maks me cry out, my apron now.

O had I ta'en counsel from father or mother,
Or had I advised wi' sister or brother,
But I being a young thing, was easy to woo,
It maks me cry out, my apron now.

Your apron, deary, I must confess,
Seems something the shorter, tho nae'thing the less;
Then had your tongue, deary, and I will prove true,
And nae mair cry out, your apron now,

Your apron, deary, I must confess,
Seems something the shorter, tho nothing the less;
Hold your tongue, deary, and I will prove true,
And nae more cry out, your apron now,

Last chorus:
Your apron, deary, your apron now,
Your belly bears up your apron now,
Then had your tongue, deary, and I will prove true,
And nae mair cry out, your apron now.

Last chorus:
Your apron, deary, your apron now,
Your belly bears up your apron now,
But hold your tongue, deary, and I will prove true,
And nae more cry out, your apron now.

(repeat first verse)