Oyster Girl Oysters
Saint Michaels, MD
Not every oyster farm has a theme song. We hope you like ours. It is a classic British song of unknown origin. The Lyrics are fun. You can hear and watch musicians playing our theme song on YouTube at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-BIYUkTfGo and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDQZ5sbf3Jg
Lyrics - Version 1
As I was a-walking down a London street
A pretty little oyster girl I chanced for to meet
I lifted up her basket and boldly I did seek
Just to see if she had any oysters
Oysters, oh oysters, oysters, said she
These are the finest oysters ever you will see
I sell them three a penny but I'd give them to you free
For I see you are a lover of oysters
Oh Landlord, oh landlord, landlord, I cried
Have you got a little room that's empty and nearby
Where me and my pretty little oyster girl may lie
While we bargain for her basket of oysters
We hadn't been upstairs for a quarter hour or more
When that pretty little oyster girl started for the door
She'd gone picked my pocket, down the stairs she tore
But she left me with a basket of oysters
Oh landlord, oh landlord, landlord, I cried
Did you see that little oyster girl drinking by my side
She's gone picked my pocket, but the landlord just replied
Son, you shouldn't be so fond of your oysters
Lyrics - Version 2As I walked up Manchester Street,
cho: "O, it's oysters, oysters, oysters," quo' she,
"If you wanl any oysters, buy them a' frae me,
It's four for a penny, but five I'll gie to thee,
If you deal in my basket o' oysters."
"We'll go down to yon tavern, yon tavern, quo' she,
"And we'll get a bottle, it's one, two or three,
"And then to the dance hall an hour, two or three,"
Where she laid down her basket o'oysters.
We danced till my noddle was all in a clew,
Then out of my pocket my treasure she drew,
And downstairs like lightning this oyster girl flew
And left me her basket o'oysters.
"O, it's landlord, landlord, landlord," quo' he,
"Did you see the little oyster girl was dancing with me?
She has rifled my pockets and stolen my money
And left me a basket o' oysters."
"Oh ho," says the landlord, "that's a fine joke,
Since you've got no money, you must pop off your coat,
For the landlady says she has got it in her book
That she gave you bread and butter to your oysters."
I've traveled through England, Ireland and France
And in all my travels I ne'er met such a lass,
For the Manchester girls, they would teach you how to dance
If you deal in their basket of oysters.
from Songs of the People, Henry