The Brown and the Yellow Ale

As I was going down the road one fine Morning, Oh, the brown and the yellow ale, I met with a young man without any warning. Oh, the love of my heart. He asked me if the woman by my side Was my daughter. Oh, the brown and the yellow When I said She was my wife, his murder not alter. Oh, the love of my heart. He asked me if I'd lend her for an Hour and a day. Oh, the brown and the yellow ale. Said if she pleased him very, take her Away. Oh, the love of my heart. She said he could take her, and I took With him. Oh, the brown and the yellow ale. And we three meet again by the ford and The river. Oh, the love of my heart. I was waiting by the ford for an hour And a quarter. Oh, the brown and the yellow ale. And when she came to me, as without shame I saw her. Oh, the love of my heart. When she told me her story, I laid down And died. Oh, the brown and the yellow ale. She said to me that her tale, well she Never even cried. Oh, the love of my heart. A board of elder and a board of holly. Oh, the brown and the yellow ale. And the two great yards of her shroud all About me. Oh, the love of my heart. Now my own little mother had never been a Woman. Oh, the brown and the yellow ale. I tell you it is another tale about women