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Thread #24850 Message #660801
Posted By: MMario
01-Mar-02 - 03:30 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Butter and Cheese - Sam Larner
Subject: Lyr Add: THE GREASY COOK
THE GREASY COOK Folksongs of Britain and Ireland - Kennedy p 305
I fell in love with a grea-sy cook And that I can't de-ny I fell in love with a grea-sy cook And I'll tell you the rea-son why And I'll tell you the rea-son why
Plum-puddin', roast beef but plenty Plum-puddin' and roast beef And when my belly was empty She would give to me relief She would give to me relief
I kndly was invited Some supper for to take And kindly I did accept it All for my stomach's sake All for my stomach's sake
Now after tea was over The cupboard she got the keys One pocket she crammed with butter The other she crammed with cheese The other she crammed with cheese
We had not been there very long About an hour or more Her master smelling of the cheese Came rap-tap at the door Came rap-tap at the door
I'd been a-sitting at supper I'd nowhere for to go So I crawled up the chimey As black as any crow As black as any corw
I had not been there very long A-sitting at me ease The fire melted my butter And likewise toasted my cheese And likewise toasted my cheese
Every drop the fell in the fire It caused the old fire to rear That old woman looked up at the chimbley top And swor the old devil was there And swore the old devil was there
Her master got to the chimbley top A bucket of water let fall And I came tumbling after My butter, cheese and all My butter, cheese and all The dogs they barked, the children screamed Up flew the windows all The old woman cried out: well done, well done There go butter and cheese and all The go butter and cheese and all.