You Go To Old Harry


Madam, I have come a courting,
Ha! dearie oh!
Not for pleasure, idle sporting.
Mm, Oh no!
You may sit a court the fire.
Tweedlee dum dee daw ting tay!
A man like you I don't admire.
Tweedlee dum dee daw ting tay!

I've a ring and forty shillings.
Ah! deary O!
You may have them if you're willing,
Mm, Oh yea!
I don't want your siller money
Tweedlee dum dee daw ting tay!
I want a man who calls me honey
Tweedlee dum dee daw ting tay!

Madam, you are young and tender
Ha! dearie oh!
And your waist is small and slender."
Mm, Oh yea!"
You know too well how to flatter,
Tweedlee dum dee daw ting tay!
I dislike such a silly patter
Tweedlee dum dee daw ting tay!

I'll go home and tell my father
Ha! dearie oh!
That to marry you won't bother
Mm, Oh yea!"
You and father go to Harry!
Tweedlee dum dee daw ting tay!
Get you another girl to marry!"
Tweedlee dum dee daw ting tay!

Collected by Helen Creighton.

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