Let Me Be - Kate Rusby

They say a girl like me should wed

And take a man to lay in my bed

But I would like to stay young and free

And oh, I wish they would let me be

Oh, I wish they would let me be…

Let me be

Robin the miller he’s fond of brass

He sees a fool’s face when he looks in glass

Thinks he’ll bargain like grain for me

But oh, I wish he would let me be

Oh, I wish he would let me be

Robin, let me be

There came a man names Bonnie Jim

He looks so fine in his holiday trim

Thinks he’ll take me off to the sea

But oh, I wish he would let me be

Oh, I wish he would let me be

Jim, let me be

Jim, let me be

Cousin Dick he has gold and land

He thinks all this will win my hand

My hand or lips he will never see

But oh, I wish he would let me be

Oh, I wish he would let me be

Dick, let me be

This young soldier boy is Ned

His gun’s like his own, he can shoot me dead

His eyes are blue but they don’t see me

Oh, why does he let me be?

Oh, why does he let me be?

Let me be

Why, you let me be?