As I strolled out one clear moonlight
One clear moonlight on winter
It was there I met a fair pretty maid
And I fell in behind her.

CHO: She was a rum one/Fol the diddle di do day
But a bonny one/Fol the diddle di do.

She walked up and walked down
And I kept close behind her
And I asked of her the reason why
She couldna stepped no wider. CHO.

Go away, go away you foolish young man
And stop your foolish talking
For it does not suit young men, she said
To pick up young womens walking.

I am a clochter to my trade
My friends they call me rare-o
If you'll tell me where your trouble lies
I'll clean you nate and fair-o

My trouble lies between my thighs
And there it is abidin
It tickles me both night and day
And it keeps me from my stridin

He laid her down upon a bank
Till he provided the plaster
She jumped up upon her feet
And she walked all the faster

She's gied to me my winters beef
Besides my winters fuellin'
Far better than that she's gied to me
A stable for my stallion.

I brought two pairs of boxing gloves, any more quarrels in the house and we can indulge in another vice, Gamblin'!
Frank I.T.S.