How fitting, Margot learned this song from Irish singer Alan Burke. She didn’t have to sell yarn at a market though;). The song now is one of the more cheerful songs that we play. The idea of a girl disobeying her mother and spending a fun day with a musician instead appeals to us. And choosing singing over duty is always a good idea!
A maid goin’ to Comber, her markets to larn,
To sell for her Mammy three hanks o’ fine yarn.
She met with a young man along the highway
Which caused this young damsel to dally and stray.
Sit ye beside me, I mean ye no harm.
Sit ye beside me this new tune to larn.
Here is three guineas your Mammy to pay,
If you lay down your yarn till the next market day.
They sat down together, and the grass it was green.
The day was the fairest that ever was seen.
Oh the look in your eye beats a mornin’ o’ May,
I could sit by your side till the next market day.
The maid then went home and the words that he said,
And the air that he played her still rang in her head.
She says, I’ll go find him by land or by sea
Till he learns me that tune called The Next Market Day.
***This song is a traditional***