LITTLE Tom Dandy
Was my first suitor,
He had a spoon and dish,
And a little pewter.
THERE was a little pretty lad,
And he lived by himself,
And all the meat he got
He put upon a shelf.
The rats and the mice
Did lead him such a life,
That he went to Ireland
To get himself a wife.
The lanes they were so broad,
And the fields they were so narrow, He couldn't get his wife home
Without a wheelbarrow.
The wheelbarrow broke,
My wife she got a kick,
The deuce take the wheelbarrow,
That spared my wife's neck.
ROWLEY POWLEY, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry;
When the girls begin to cry,
Rowley Poley runs away.
MARGARET Wrote a letter,
Seal'd it with her finger,
Threw it in the dam
For the dusty miller.
Dusty was his coat,
Dusty was the siller,
Dusty was the kiss
I'd from the dusty miller.
If I had my pockets
Full of gold and siller,
I would give it all
To my dusty miller.
Chorus. O the little, little,
Rusty, dusty, miller.
Love your own, kiss your own.
Love your own mother, hinny,
For if she was dead and gone,
You'd ne'er get such another, hinny.
HERE comes a lusty wooer,
My a dildin, my a daldin;
Here comes a lusty wooer,
Lily bright and shine a'.
Pray, who do you woo,
My a dildin, my a daldin?
Pray, who do you woo,
Lily bright and shine a'?
For your fairest daughter,
My a dildin my a daldin;
For your fairest daughter,
Lily bright and shine a'.
Then there she is for you,
My a dildin, my a daldin;
Then there she is for you,
Lily bright and shine a'.
O RARE Harry Parry,
When will you marry
When apples and pears are ripe.
I'll come to your wedding,
Without any bidding,
And dance and sing all the night.
CCCCXCIII.
BLUE eye beauty,
Grey eye greedy,
Black eye blackie,
Brown eye brownie
CURLY locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cushion and sow a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
THE cuckoo's a fine bird,
He sings as he flies;
He brings us good tidings,
He tells us no lies.
He sucks little birds' eggs,
To make his voice clear;
And when he sings "cuckoo!"
The summer is near.
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