Arthur O'bradley

Come neighbours and listen a while
If ever you wish for to smile
Or hear a true story of old,
Attend to what I do unfold

A fella whose fame did resound
Through every village and town,
For fun, for frolic and whim,
None was ever equal to him.

Arthur being stout and bold,
Near upon thirty years old.
He needs a-wooing must go
To get him a lady you know.

So getting young Dolly's consent,
Away to get married they went.
To make himself noble appear
He mounted the old padded mare.



Credits
Writer(s): Dp, Martin Carthy, Robert Harbron, Nancy Kerr, Sam Sweeney, Fay Hield, Benjamin Nicholls
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