BALL OF YARN

In the merry month of June, when the roses were in bloom,
The birds were singing gayly on the farm;
When I spied a pretty miss and politely asked her this:
"Will you let me spin your little ball of yarn?"

CHORUS--

Ball of yarn, ball of yarn,
Will you let me spin your little ball of yarn?
Ball of yarn, ball of yarn
Will you let me spin your little ball of yarn?

Well then she gave her consent and behind the fence we went;
I promised her that I would do no harm.
Then I gently laid her down and I ruffled up her gown;
It was then I spun her little ball of yarn.

Chorus:

It was nine days after that, in a doctor's chair I sat,
Never thinking she had dome me any harm;
When a little man in white, said: "Your cock's an awful sight,
You've been winding up that little ball of yarn."

Chorus:

It was nine months after that, in a pool room where I sat,
Never thinking I had done her any harm.
When a gentleman in blue said, "Young man, we're after you,
You're the father of a little ball of yarn".

Chorus:

So in my prison cell I sit with my bathrobe in the shade,
And the shadow of my nose upon the walls;
And the women as they pass, thrust their hatpins up my coat,
And the little mice play hopscotch with my shoes.

Chorus:

You men heed my advice: never stay out late at night,
And you'll never lose your virgin or your charm.
Be like the bluebird and the robin, keep your little "a' from bobbing,
And you'll never spin that little ball of yarn

Final chorus.

May, 1958. Songs of Raunch and Ill-Repute: A Collection of Songs for Beer Parties, Stags, and Church Youth Groups. Pg. 4.