Take Her Out Of Pity Lyrics - Kingston Trio

I had a sister Sally, she was younger than I am 

Had so many sweethearts, she had to deny them 

But as for sister Sarah, you know she hasn't many 

And if you knew her heart, she'd be grateful for any 

Come a landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailor 

Doctor, a lawyer, soldier or a sailor 

A rich man, a poor man, a fool or a witty 

Don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity 

We had a sister Sally, she was ugly and misshapen 

By the time she was sixteen years old she was taken 

By the time she was eighteen, a son and a daughter 

Sarah's almost twenty-nine, never had an offer 

Come a landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailor 

Doctor, a lawyer, soldier or a sailor 

A rich man, a poor man, a fool or a witty 

Don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity 

She never would be scoldin', she never would be jealous 

Her husband would have money to go to the alehouse 

He was there a spendin'. she'd be home a savin' 

And I leave it up to you if she is not worth havin' 

Come a landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailor 

Doctor, a lawyer, soldier or a sailor 

A rich man, a poor man, a fool or a witty 

Don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity 

Don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity