Hello Fi,

I found this for you on the contemplator's site (www.contemplator.com):


Ruggleton's Daughter of Iero

There was a man lived in the West;
Fal lal lal lal lal li-do,
He married a wife - she was not of the best;
She was Ruggleton's daughter of Iero.

Said he, when he came in from plough:
Fal lal lal lal lal li-do,
Ho! is my dinner ready now?
To Ruggleton's daughter of Iero.

O if your dinner you must have,
Then get it yourself; I am not your slave,
Said Ruggleton's daughter of Iero.

For I won't brew and I won't bake,
Fal lal lal lal lal li-do,
And I won't make my white hands black
Said Ruggleton's daughter of Iero.

O you shall brew and you shall bake,
Fal lal lal lal lal li-do,
And you shall make your white hands black,
To Ruggleton's daughter of Iero.

He took a stick down off the rack;
Fal lal lal lal lal li-do,
And on the back went rickety-rack
Of Ruggleton's daughter of Iero.

O I will bake and I will brew
Fal lal lal lal lal li-do,
And I will cook your meat for you
Said Ruggleton's daughter of Iero.


T.