Why Didn't You Say You Was Promised, Rose-Ann? Why Didn't You Name It To Me, Ere Ever You Tempted Me Hither, Rose-Ann, So Often, So Wearifully? O Why Did You Let Me Be Near 'Ee, Rose-Ann, Talking Things About Wedlock So Free, And Never By Nod Or By Whisper, Rose-Ann, Give A Hint That It Wasn't To Be? Down Home I Was Raising A Flock Of Stock Ewes, Cocks And Hens, And Wee Chickens By Scores, And Lavendered Linen All Ready To Use, A-Dreaming That They Would Be Yours. Mother Said: "SHe's A Sport-Making Maiden, My Son"; And A Pretty Sharp Quarrel Had We; O Why Do You Prove By This Wrong You Have Done That I Saw Not What Mother Could See? Never Once Did You Say You Was Promised, Rose-Ann, Never Once Did I Dream It To Be; And It Cuts To The Heart To Be Treated, Rose-Ann, As You In Your Scorning Treat Me!