Oh the girls of this place that live along the shore,
If they hear but one word they will speak it twice o'er;
And then they'll add to it as much as they can,
But the fairest of women look out for a man,
And it's oh--- oh-oh-oh laddie-oh.

The boys they dress up in the very best style
For To court the young girls it is all their incline;
They'll go to their houses and there they will stay,
And they'll keep the girls up until it's almost day,
And it's oh--- oh-oh-oh laddio

The girls go to bed and sleep all the next day;
Their mothers get up, there's the devil to pay
Oh, mother, dear mother, sure I'm not to blame
For when you were young you were fond of the same.
And it's oh--- oh-oh-oh laddio

The boys they get up and they stagger and reel
They curse on the girls how unsteady they feel
If this is called courting I'll court none at all
I'll live by myself and keep Bachelor's Hall
And it's oh--- oh-oh-oh laddie-oh.

Oh, Bachelor's Hall it is bound to be best
Be you sick, drunk, or sober lie down take your rest
No woman to scold you, no baby to bawl
Happy is the man that keeps bachelors hall
And it's oh--- oh-oh-oh laddie-oh.

And now my little song it is almost done
I hope that I have not offended anyone
If there's anyone here who takes any offense
They can go to the devil and seek recompense
And it's oh--- oh-oh-oh laddie-oh.