"he comes to our window and whistles me out, his hands in his pockets his shirt hanging out, but still I love I'll forgive him, I'll go with him wherever he goes"

I'd forgotten that one Raggytash. My mother used to sing that when I was......oh.....about five or six, and another I've just remembered, "I know where I'm goin', and I know who's goin' with me, I know who I love, but the dear knows who I'll marry"

Must have started even younger than I'd thought.

Don T.