What about 'THE NUTTING GIRL'?
Come all you jovial maidens, listen to my song,
'Tis just a little ditty that will not detain you long,
'Tis of a fair young maiden, she lived down in Kent,
Arose one summer's morning, and she a-nutting went.
Chorus: And she a-nutting went,
Arose one summer's morning, and she a-nutting went,
With my fal-lal, to me ral-tal-lal,
Wait for the dear old day,
And what few nuts that poor girl had she threw them all away.
'Tis of a brisk young plouighboy, who as he ploughed did sing,
His voice was so melodious it made the valleys ring,
It charmed her where she stood, till she could no longer stay,
And what few nuts that poor girl had, she thre them all away.
She went up to young Johnny, where he sits by his plough,
Said she, 'Young man, I really feel I cannot tell you how'.
He took her to some shady broom and there he laid her down,
Said she, 'Oh John, I think I feel the world go round and round!'
So all you pretty maidens, a warning by me take,
And if you must a-nutting go, make sure don't stay too late,
For if you stay too late to hear that ploughboy sing
You might have a young farmer to nurse up in the spring.