Apron Strings
Don't travel in the autumn, love, don't go into the wild,
Cold winter comes and snowy lanes aren't joys to travel, child,
Just stay through winter, deary, you'll be comfortable and fed,
If you travel in the winter, dear, you'll surely end up dead!
I'll stay with you, good mother mine, till winter's been and done,
But at winter's end, good mother mine, I'll up and I'll be gone!
I've an itch to travel, mother, seeking glory, seeking fame,
So I'll be gone with springtime mother, gone to go and make my name!
Don't travel in the springtime, dear; thaw's not the time to go,
Why, slushy paths make sodden boots as sure as any snow,
Why not stay a few weeks more and help me here instead,
If you travel in the spring rain, dear, you’ll surely end up dead!
I'll stay with you, good mother mine, till springtime's been and done,
But at springtime's end, good mother mine, I'll up and I'll be gone!
I've an itch to travel, mother, seeking glory, seeking fame,
So I'll be gone with summer mother, gone to go and make my name!
Don't travel in the summer dear; it's not the time to journey,
You'll sunburn or get sunstroke, child, and peel and blister surely,
Wait till it turns cooler or lie sickly in your bed,
If you travel in the summer, love, you'll surely end up dead!
I'll stay with you, good mother mine, till summer's been and done,
But at summer's end, good mother mine, I'll up and I'll be gone!
I've an itch to travel, mother, seeking glory, seeking fame,
So I'll be gone with autumn mother, gone to go and make my name!
Don't travel in the autumn, dear, it's wet and it gets foggy,
You'll catch cold, or catch the flu, and feel all weak and groggy,
Wait till it turns spring again, let pass the weather fell,
Yes, stay with me instead, my dear, and all will be quite well.
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(OC Author - Gillian Smart)