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RISSELTY-ROSSELTY I married me a wife in the month of June, Risselty-rosselty now, now, now ! I carried her home in a silver spoon, Risselty-rosselty, hey bom-bosselty, Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality, Willaby-wallaby now, now, now ! She swept the floor but once a year She swore her brooms were all too dear She combed her hair but once a year At every rake she shed a tear She churned the butter in dad's old boot And for a dash she used her foot The butter came out a grisly grey The cheese took legs and ran away The butter and cheese are on the shelf If you want any more, you can sing it yourself Note: an American version of The Wife Wrapt in a Wether's Skin that managed to lose the story. @marriage Child #277 Recorded by Seeger filename[ RISSROSS TUNE FILE: RISSROSS CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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