Chris Griffiths

My favourite version is this one dripped to me, in episodes, by two delightfully mischievous, eleven year old female classmates during our exploratory flirtations at Hill Top Municipal Park, West Bromwich, in the 1958 summer holidays before moving on to different secondary schools in Wednesbury.

At the time, it seemed pretty steamy to us three youngsters - but it's certainly not as vulgar as some of the other more unpleasant versions remembered elsewhere in these lists.

Thank you Diane and Carol - I wonder whatever became of you wicked little girls?

The first time I met her she was all dressed in white,
All in white all in white,
She held me to her, tight,
Down the dark valley where no-body goes.

The next time I met her she was all dressed in fawn,
All in fawn all in fawn,
She drew me by the horn,
Down the dark valley where no-body goes.

The next time I met her she was all dressed in black,
All in black all in black,
I kissed her lovely crack,
Down the dark valley where no-body goes.

The next time I met her she was all dressed in green,
All in green all in green,
I filled her up with cream,
Down the dark valley where no-body goes.

The next time I met her she was all dressed in blue,
All in blue all in blue,
She said the Doctor had told her a baby was due,
Down the dark valley where no-body goes.

The next time I met her she was all dressed in red,
All in red all in red,
She said her mother insisted that we must be wed,
Down the dark valley where no-body goes.

The last time I met her I was all dressed in grey,
All in grey all in grey,
I left home, the very next day,
Ne'er again to venture, down the dark valley where no-body goes.