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Thread #20201   Message #885666
Posted By: Jim Dixon
08-Feb-03 - 03:25 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: The Ratcatcher's Daughter
Subject: Lyr Add: THE RAT-CATCHERS DAUGHTER^^
A broadside at the Library of Congress has this text:

The rat-catchers daughter. H. De Marsan Publisher, 60 Chatham Street, N. Y. [n. d.]

THE RAT-CATCHERS DAUGHTER.

Sung by John Winans, of the Bowery Theatre, With Tremendous Applause.

Not long ago in Vestminster there lived a rat-catcher's daughter,
And yet she didn't live in Vestminster, 'cause she loved 'tother side of the water,
Her father caught rats--and she sold sprats all about and around that quarter,
And the gentle folks all took off their hats to the putty little Rat-catcher daughter.

CHORUS-- Doodle dee:
Doodle dum;
Di dum doodle da.

Now, rich and poor, both far and near, in matrimony sought her:
But at friends and foes turn'd up her nose, did the putty little Rat-catcher's daughter.
For there was a man, sold Lilly Vite sand, in Cupid's net had caught her,
And right over head and ears in love vent the putty little Rat-catcher's daughter,

Now lily vite sand ran in her 'ead, as she went along Strand, oh.
She forgot as she'd got sprats on her 'ead, and crid, D'ye you want any Lilly vite sand, Oh:
The folks amaz'd all thought her craz'd, as she went along the strand, Oh.
To see a gal vith sprats on her 'ead, cry, "D'ye vant any lily vite sand, Oh."

Now Rat-catcher's daughter so ran in his 'ead, he couldn't tell vat he vas arter
So, instead of crying, 'D'ye vant any sand,' he cried, 'D'ye vant any Rat catchers, daughter.'
His donkey cock'd his ears and laughed, and couldn't think vat he vas arter
Ven he heard his lady vite sandman cry, 'D'ye vant any Rat-catcher's daughter.'

They both agreed to married be upon next Easter Sunday,
But Rat-catcher's daughter, she had a dream, that she wouldn't be alive on Monday.
She vent vonce more to buy some sprats, and she tumbled into the water,
And down to the bettom, all kiver'd with mud, vent the putty little Rat catcher's daughter.

Ven Lily vite Sand 'e 'eard the news, his eyes ran down vith vater,
Said 'e, 'In love I'll constant prove, and--blow me if I'll live long arter.'
So he cut 'Is throat with a pane of glass, and stabb'd is donkey arter.
So 'ere is an end of Lily, vite Sand, donkey, and the Rat-catcher's daughter^^

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