The Nutting Girl



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(1)

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

Whack-fol-the-dear-ol-day

And what few nuts that poor girl had

She threw them all away.

(2)

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

(3)

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

(4)

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''

(5)

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''

(6)

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

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