Rise up ye stalwart men
And put the pitch alight on your torch sticks
Vanquish those who would do us evil
And establish the rule of France
Oh, woman of the house, What ails you?
(Refrão)
Woman of the house, we say it again
From this year out the land will be rent free
And what ails you?
Here's a jug on the table and the beer's coming
And the Duke of York has sufficient arms
The French and the Spaniards at the shore's edge
And how bitter that is than woman's chatter
And oh woman of the house - what ails you?
Woman of the house, we say it again
From this year out the land will be rent free
And what ails you?
Alas and alack when I was young
Two years old and no evil thought in my mind
That I didn't join the King's navy or army
Instead of spending my life looking after you
And oh woman of the house - what ails you?
Woman of the house, we say it again
From this year out the land will be rent free
And what ails you?
May my back be broken under this weight
If I ever come back to bring you sorrow
And so many women from here to the Blackwater River
That would go along the road with me and have a drink
And oh woman of the house - what ails you?
Woman of the house, we say it again
From this year out the land will be rent free
And what ails you?
Rise up ye stalwart men
And put the pitch alight on your torch sticks
Vanquicsh those who would do us evil
And establish the rule of France
Oh, woman of the house, What ails you?
Woman of the house, we say it again
From this year out the land will be rent free
And what ails you?
