From my mother, who heard it from her aunt in the twenties in rural Alabama. She always called it "Bonnie Sweet Prince Charlie": Charlie's neat and Charlie's sweet My Charlie is a dandy Every time he comes to town He steals my sugar candy. Over the river to feed my sheep Over the river, Charlie Over the river to grind my wheat And measure out my barley. Don't want your sheep, don't want your wheat Nor do I want your barley But I'll take a pound of the best you've got To bake a cake for Charlie. Repeat Vs. 1
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