BILLY BUMPS AND MARY PORTER

TUNE:- "Maggie Lauder"

  Before I ever fell in love,
  I wur both fat and plump sir,
  And reckon'd rather handsome,
  Was your servant, Billy Bumps sir.
  There wur a girl beside our house,
  Each night I went to court her,
  The prattiest girl you've ever seed
  Was sweetheart Mary Porter.
                  Too ra liddle, whack! whack!
                  Whack fol de iddle ido,
                  Too ra whack too ra whack
                  Whack whack too ra whack
                  Whack fol de liddle idle ido.
  
  The lads about all wanted her,
  But she at them would scoff sir;
  If it happen'd they'd a country dance,
  We always led it off sir;
  Every where, at wake or fair,
  We always made the sport sir,
  No other couple could come near
  Mysen and Mary Porter.
                  Too ra, &c.
  
  But all at once she grew quite shy
  And tired of plough and tillage,
  She said she'd go to some great town,
  She could not bear a village;
  And she truly kept her word,
  My heart she gave a smart,
  She went away one Sunday neet,
  And I lost Mary Porter.
                  Too ra, &c.
  
  Then wi' that I fretted sore,
  And took it to heart sadly,
  They wur like to fetch a doctor
  I had made mysen so badly;
  But I pack'd up my Sunday clothes
  Determin'd t' follow after;
  And travel aye! this world all o'er
  But I'd find Mary Porter.
                  Too ra, &c.
  
  So I travell'd far and near,
  'Till I come into this town sir;
  So went into a public house
  For a glass, and sat me down sir;
  But when the servant brought it in,
  I're struck like a deserter,
  For who do you think the lass should be,
  By gum! it wur Mary Porter.
                  Too ra, &c.
  
  When I got a seet of her
  I felt all o'er so fluster'd,
  I leet the glass fall fro' my hand,
  And run ti gie her a buss sir;
  But when that I came up to her,
  Says she young man, stop short sir,
  I'd have you know, I'm Bar maid here,
  So don't touch Mary Porter.
                  Too ra, &c.
  
  When that I heard her say so,
  I wish'd that I'd been deod,
  I felt my heart drop in my shoes
  Just like a lump o leod.
  I learnt ot Landlord had a son,
  And he'd pretended t' court her,
  He gammon'd her to gi' me th' bag,
  So i lost Mary Porter.
                  Too ra, &c.