Whistle, Daughter, Whistle

Mother, I would marry, as I would be a bride
 And I would have a young man forever at my side
 For if I had a young man, oh, how happy I would be
 For I am tired and, oh, so weary of my singularity
 Whistle, daughter, whistle and you shall have a cow
 I cannot whistle, mother, I guess I don't know how
 But if I had a young man, oh, how happy I would be
 For I am tired and, oh, so weary of my propriety
 Whistle, daughter, whistle and you shall have a sheep
 I cannot whistle, mother, I can only weep
 But if I had a young man, oh, how happy I would be
 For I am tired and, oh, so weary of my virginity
 Whistle, daughter, whistle and you shall have a man
 I cannot whistle
 You impudent little daughter, and what makes you whistle now?
 I'd rather whistle for a man than whistle for a cow