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Thread #9770 Message #4214180
Posted By: and e
26-Dec-24 - 09:09 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Little Ball of Yarn
Subject: RE: Origins: Little Ball of Yarn
Sweet Belinda
It was in the month of June When the roses were in bloom I was staying at my grandfather's farm There I met a pretty maid And unto her I said Let me wind up your ball of yarn
Sweet Belinda, sweet Belinda Tell me truly, tell me truly, you'll be mine Like the blackbird and the thrush Keep your hand upon your brush And your finger on your little ball of yarn.
Well I took her by the arm. And I laid neath the tree Meaning to do her no harm But the devil entered me And I got up to her knee And I wound up her little ball of yarn.
Sweet Belinda, sweet Belinda Tell me truly, tell me truly, you'll be mine Like the blackbird and the thrush Keep your hand upon your brush And your finger on your little ball of yarn.
Well many months had passed Before I saw this little lass She was carrying a baby in her arm So she looked up so black at me For the reason you could see. I had wound up her little ball of yarn.
Sweet Belinda, sweet Belinda Tell me truly, tell me truly, you'll be mine Like the blackbird and the thrush Keep your hand upon your brush And your finger on your little ball of yarn.