I'll Tell Me Ma (Gloucestershire)

The wind, the wind, the wind blows high, The rain comes pouring from the sky; Miss So-and-So says she'd die For the sake of the old man's eye. She is handsome, she is pretty, She is the lass of the golden city; She goes courting one, two, three, Please to tell me who they be. A. B. says he loves her, All the boys are fighting for her, Let the boys say what they will A. B. has got her still.