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,
 carrin' the pots I made,
 followin' behind me.

 Save my love through loneliness,
 Save my love for sorrow,
 I'm given you my onliness, [bad word] give your tomorrow.

 If I worked my hands in wood,
 Would you still love me?
 Answer me babe, "Yes I would,
 I'll put you above me."

 If I were a miller
 at a mill wheel grinding,
 would you miss your color box,
 and 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 anyway?
 Would you have my baby?