As I remember the lyrics went:

TEN PRETTY GIRLS

There were ten pretty girls at the village school.
Picture ten pretty girls at the village school!
They were sweet, small and tall
And the boy loved them all
But you can't marry ten pretty girls.

There were ten pretty girls and let me tell you this:
That the boy's biggest thrill was to steal a kiss
Playing 'kiss-in-a-ring'
But it don't mean a thing
'Cos you can't marry ten pretty girls

Now, five were blondes and four brunettes
And one was a saucy little red-head.
The girls grew up and the boy left school
And at twenty-one he wedded the saucy little red-head.

Now there's one pretty girl from the village school
And 'twas she took the boy from the village school.
Kissing girls may be fine
But you've left over nine
'Cos you can't marry ten pretty girls.


If you like to get in touch at austinw@indigo.ie (in Dublin, Ireland) I'll tape it in my own inimitable style and send it to you. Regards, Austin.