I will not take up any form of employment in Rosemary Lane, no matter how generous the guests (but if I do, I'll wear a winceyette nightie).

I will not lean my back against a sturdy oak.

When moving through the fair I'll be aware of who's watching me, and get him to buy me a candy floss and win me a teddy bear.

I will avoid shady groves.

I will not wrap my white apron around me when walking out at dusk (I suppose it would be ok to do so when roving out on a May morning).

I'll get my love to buy his own coat of steel- have you seen how little you get for second-hand rocks, reels and spinning wheels these days?

By the banks of the Bann, the banks of Cairnie (to watch the small fishes glide) or Blackwaterside, I shall keep my head down and keep walking.

I will not push the jug around with Sally and friends... or maybe I will :0)