Little Birdie

Little birdie, little birdie
Come and sing for me your song
I've a short time for to be here
and a long time to be gone.

Little birdie, little birdie
what makes your head so red?
What with all I have been through
it's a wonder I ain't dead.

Little birdie, little birdie
What makes you act so queer?
You ain't got no cause to worry.
You don't need no clothes to wear.
--chorus --

I'd rather be a sailor
way out there upon the sea
than to be an old, old married man
with a baby on my knee.

A married man sees trouble
and a single boy sees none.
I intend to live single
'til my life on earth is done.
-- chorus --