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If i were a carpenter
and you were a lady,
would you marry me anyway?
would you have my baby?
If a tinker were my trade
would you still find me,
carrin' the pots i made,
followin' behind me.
Save my love through loneliness,
save my love for sorrow,
i'm given you my onliness,
come give your tomorrow.
If i worked my hands in wood,
would you still love me?
answer me babe, "yes i would,
i'll put you above me."
If i were a miller
at a mill wheel grinding,
would you miss your color box,
and your soft shoe shining?
If i were a carpenter
and you were a lady,
would you marry me anyway?
would you have my baby?
would you marry anyway?
would you have my baby?