Our Goodman

The old man he came home one night, and home came he,
And there he saw a saddle horse, “Whose horse can this be?
Whose horse can this be, my love, whose horse can this be?”
“It’s only a broad sow your mother sent to me.”
“Miles I have travelled, a thousand miles or more,
But a saddle on a sow’s back I never have seen before.”
The old man came home one night, and home came he,
He saw a pair of jack boots, “Whose boots can these be?
Whose boots can these be, my love, whose boots can these be?”
“It’s only a pair of water stoups your mother sent to me.”
“Miles I have’ travelled, a thousand miles or more,
But silver spurs on water stoups I never have seen before.”
The old man he came home one night, and home came he,
He saw a sword in the hall, “Whose sword can this be?
Whose sword cen this be, my love, whose sword can this be?”
“It’s only a porridge stirrer your mother has sent to me.”
“Miles I have travelled, a thousand miles or more,
But silver handled stirrers I never have seen before.”
The old man he came home one night, and home came he,
And there he saw a powdered wig, “Whose wig can this be?
Whose wig can this be, my love, whose wig can this be?”
“It’s only a clucking hen your mother has sent to me.”
“Miles I have travelled, a thousand miles or more,
But powder on a clucking hen I never have seen before.”
The old man he came home one night, and home came he,
And there he saw a great big coat, “Whose coat can this be?
Whose coat can this be, my love, whose coat can this be?”
“It’s only a blanket your mother has sent to me.”
“Miles I have travelled, a thousand miles or more,
But buttons upon blankets I never have seen before.”
The old man he came home one night, and home came he,
He saw a man stand in the hall, “Whose man can this be?
Whose man can this be, my love, whose man can this be?”
“It’s only a baby that your mother has sent to me.”
“Miles I have travelled, a thousand miles or more,
But whiskers on a baby’s face I never have seen before.”