The Shelor Family - Billy Grimes, The Rover Lyrics
Tomorrow morn I'll be sixteenAnd Billy Grimes, the roverHe's popped the question to me, MaAnd he wants to be my loverAnd he'll be here in the morning, MaAnd he'll be there quite earlyTo take a pleasant walk with meAcross yon fields of barleyOh, daughter, dear, you shall not goThere is no use in talkingYou shall not go with Billy GrimesAcross yon fields a-walkingJust think of such presumption tooThe dirty ugly roverI wonder where your pride has goneTo think of such a loverOh, Mama dear, I must confessThat Billy isn't quite cleverBut a nicer beau could not be foundIn this wide world all overOh, daughter dear, I am surprisedAt your infatuationTo think of having Billy GrimesIt would be ruinationOh, Mama dear, old Grimes is deadAnd Billy is the onlySurviving heir of all that's leftAbout six thousand yearlyOh, daughter dear, I did not hearYour last remarks quite clearlyBut Billy is a nice young manAnd no doubt loves you dearly