Lyrics

The Brown and Yellow Beer

As I was going the road one morning
(Oh, the brown and the yellow beer)
I met with a man that was no right man
(Oh, my dear, my dear)

He asked was the woman with me my daughter
And I said that she and I were married

He asked would I lend her for a day and an hour
And I said I would do what she thought was fair

She said, “You take the upper road, I’ll take the low road
And we’ll meet again by the ford of the river

I was walking that way one hour and three quarters
When she came to me without hint of shame

When I heard her news I lay down and died
And she sent two men to the wood for timber

A mere board of holly and a board of alder
And two great yards of sack to shroud me

And but that my own sweet mother was a woman
I could tell you another pretty tale about women