Now I Have To Call Him Father

Now I Have To Call Him Father - Vesta VIctoria

I used to be as happy as the pigeons on the trees

That's when I was courtin'

And me mind was well at ease

I used to feel so loving with me

Enery by me side

Looking forward to the day

When I should be his Bride

But now he's thrown me over and I'm full of misery

Someone else has done me out of William Enery

He used to come and court his little Mary Anne

I used to think that he was my young man

But Mother caught his eye and

They got married on the sly

Now I 'ave to call him Father

He used to come and court his little Mary Anne

I used to think that he was my young man

But Mother caught his eye

And they got married on the sly

Now I have to call him Father