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THE JOLLY TINKER (4) A noted London lady O she loved a tinker-man But she couldn't get in his company But a little now and then And I'II be bound she couldn't cho: Fol-the-rol-the-diddle-diddle, Whack-fol-the-day, Fol-the-rol-the-diddle-diddle, Whack-fol-the-day, She wrote to him a letter And she sent it with a friend She said: "My jolly tinker I've some kettles for you to mend" And I'll be bound she had She wrote to him another And she sealed it with a stone She said: "My jolly tinker I can never lay alone." And I'II be bound she couldn't The tinker he came down the lane And on the door did knock "O have you got some pots and pans With rusty holes to block?" And I'll be bound she had She brought him through the kitchen She brought him through the hall The cook cried: "It's the devil He is going to block us all." And I 'll be bound he could She brought him up the stairs For to show him what to do She fell on the feather-bed And he fell on it too And I'II be bound he did She took up a frying pan And he began to knock Just to let the servants know That he was hard at work And l'll be bound he was She put her hand into her purse And she pulled out twenty pound O take this money, tinker-man And we'll have another round And I'll be bound they did I've been a jolly tinker now For forty years or more And such a rusty hole as that I've never blocked before And I'II be bound he hadn't. From Folksongs of Britain and Ireland, Kennedy Collected from Billy Dickeson, 1952 @work @bawdy @sex filename[ JOLLTNK4 TUNE FILE: JOLLTNK4 CLICK TO PLAY RG apr96 |
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