 If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby

If a tinker were my trade
Would you still find me
Carrying the pots I'd made
Following behind me

Save my love through loneliness
Save my love for sorrows
I've given you my onliness
Come give me your tomorrow

If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me
Answer me dear yes I would
I would put you above me

If I were a miller
At the mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your coloured boss
Your soft shoe shining

If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby

Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby.
