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Bobby Shafto's gone to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee;
He'll come back and marry me,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!
Bobby Shafto's fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love forevermore,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!
Bobby Shafto's looking out,
All his ribbons flew about,
All the ladies gave a shout,
Hey for Bobby Shafto!
Good night, fair yarrow,
Thrice goodnight to thee;
I hope before tomorrow's dawn
My true love I shall see.
Gregory Griggs, Gregory Griggs,
Had twenty seven different wigs.
He wore them up, he wore them down,
To please the people of the town;
He wore them east, he wore them west,
But he never could tell which he loved the best.
Henry was a worthy king,
Mary was his queen,
He gave to her a lily
Upon a stalk of green.
Then all for his kindness,
And all for his care,
She gave him a new-laid egg
In the garden there.
Love, can you sing?
I cannot sing.
A story tell?
Not one I know.
Then let us play at queen and king
As down the garden walks we go.
High in the pine-tree
the little turtle-dove
Made a little nursery,
To please her little love.
"Coo," said the little turtle-dove,
"Coo," said she;
In the long shady branches
Of the dark pine tree.
I like little pussy,
Her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her,
She'll do me no harm.
So I'll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away,
But pussy and I
Very gently will play.
She shall sit by my side,
And I'll give her some food;
And pussy will love me
Because I am good.
I love sixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence,
I love sixpence as my life;
I spent a penny of it, I spent a penny of it,
I took a penny home to my wife.
I love four pence, a jolly, jolly, four pence,
I love four pence as my life;
I spent two pence of it, I spent two pence of it,
I took two pence home to my wife.
I love nothing, a jolly, jolly nothing,
I love nothing as my life,
I spent nothing of it, I spent nothing of it,
I took nothing home to my wife.
I sent a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it,
A little puppy picked it up
And put it in his pocket.
It isn't you, it isn't you,
But it is you.
I won't be my father's Jack,
I won't be my father's Jill,
I will be fiddler's wife,
And have music when I will.
T'other little tune,
T'other little tune,
Prithee, Love, play me
T'other little tune.
If in October you do marry,
Love will come, but riches tarry.
If you love me, love me true,
Send me a ribbon, and let it be blue;
If you hate me, let it be seen,
Send me a ribbon, a ribbon of green.
Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
And Johnny shall go to the fair,
And Johnny shall have a fair ribbon
To tie up his bonny brown hair.
And why may not I love Johnny?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny
As well as another body?
And here's a leg for a stocking,
And here's a leg for a shoe,
And he has a kiss for his daddy,
And two for his mammy, I trow.
And why may not I love Johnny?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny
As well as another body?
Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly from my hand,
Tell me where my true love stands,
Uphill or downhill or by the sea sand,
Ladybird, ladybird, fly from my hand.
Fly, ladybird, fly!
North, south, east or west;
Fly to the pretty girl
That I love best.
Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?
In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.
A halfpenny pudding, a penny pie,
A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day,
That was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play,
To see a lamb in school.
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near,
And waited patiently about
Till Mary did appear.
Why does the lamb love mary so?
The eager children cry;
Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know,
The teacher did reply.
My true love lives far from me,
Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie,
Many a rich present he send to me,
Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,
Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.
He sent me a goose, without a bone...
He sent me a cherry without a stone...
He sent me a Bible, no man could read...
He sent me a blanket without a thread...
How could there be a goose without a bone?...
How could there be a cherry without a stone?...
How could there be a Bible no man could read?...
How could there be a blanket without a thread?...
When the goose is in the egg-shell there is no bone,...
When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone,...
When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read,...
When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread,...
On Saturday night shall be my care
To powder my locks and curl my hair;
On Sunday morning my love will come in,
When he will marry me with a gold ring.
The herring loves the merry moonlight,
The mackerel loves the wind;
But the oyster loves the dredging song,
For she comes of a gentle kind.
The rose is red, the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet, and so are you,
Thou art my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And fortune said it should be you.
There was a lady loved a swine,
Honey, quoth she,
Pig-hot, wilt thou be mine?
Hoogh, quoth he.
I'll build thee a silver stye,...
And in it thou shall lye...
Pinned with a silver pin,...
That thou may go out and in,...
Wilt thou have me now,...
Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh, quoth he,
And went his way.
Tickle, tickle,
On the knee,
If you laugh
You don't love me.
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