Till I Be Full
There was an old woman who had no bairns. She took the punch jug in her airms. She sang, "Mush a loo la boo! May you never be empty till I be fu'! Mush a doo dy hay! Mush a doo dy ah! Luladee, lulaboo! She went to her cellar, filled up the jug; Stood on a chair, to find her mug. She sang: "Mush-a-loo-la-boo! Who will join me in dancing a jig or two, Mush a doo dy hay! Mush a doo dy ah! Luladee, lulaboo! When I am dead and gone, gone to my rest, Don't place a stone upon my breast. I'll sing: Mush-a-loo-la-boo! I'll have a grave that is wide and very deep, And a jug of punch, And a jug of punch, At my head and my feet!
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