Now come all you jovial fellows, come listen to my song
It is a little ditty and it won't detail you long
It's of a fair young damel, and she lived down in Kent
Arose one summer's morning, and she a-nutting went
Chorus: With my fal-lal to my ral-tal-lal
And what few nuts that poor girl had
She threw them all away.
It's of a brisk young farmer, was ploughing of his land
He called unto his horses, to bid them gently stand
As he sit down upon his plough, all for a song to sing
His voice was so melodious, it made the valleys ring
It's of this fair young damsel, she was nutting in the wood
His voice was so melodious, it charmed her as she stood
In that lonely wood, she could no longer stay
And what few nuts she had, poor girl, she threw them all away
She then came to young Johnny, as he sit on his plough
She said: ``Young man I really feel I cannot tell you how''
She took her to some shady broom, and there he laid her down
Said she: ``Young man, I think I feel the world
go round and round''
He went back to his horses to finish off his song
He said: ``My pretty fair maid, your mother will think you long''
But she flung her arms all round his neck
as they went o'er the plain
And she said: ``My dear, I should like to see
the world go round again''
Now, come all you young women, take warning by my song
If you should a-nutting go, don't stay from home too long
For if you should stay too late, to hear the ploughboy sing
You might have a young farmer to nurse up in the spring