The Nutting Girl

Come all of you young fellows, and listen to my song
It is a little ditty and it won't detain you long
It's of a fair young maiden & she lived down in Kent
She woke one summer's morning, and she a-nutting went

     To my fal lal,  to me rye fal dal
     Whack fol me dear all day
     And what few nuts that poor girl had
     She threw them all away

It's of a brisk young ploughboy, a-ploughing of his land
He called unto his horses, and he bid them gently stand
As he sit down upon his plough, all for a song to sing
His voice was so melodious, it made the valleys ring   Chorus

It's of this fair young damsel, a-nutting in the wood
His voice was so melodious, it charmed her where she stood
She had no longer power in that lonely wood to stay
& what few nuts she had, poor girl, she threw them all away  Chorus

She stepped up to young Johnny, as he sat on his plough
Said she, "Young man I really feel, oh I can't tell you how"
He took her to some shady grove, and there he laid her down,
Said she, "Young man, I think I feel the world go round and round"  Chorus

He walked back to his horses to finish off his song
He said, "Young maid you'd best be gone, your mother will think you long"
She threw her arms around his neck as he marched o'er the plain
Said she: "Young man, I'd like to feel the world go round again"   Chorus

So, come all of you young women, this warning by me take
If you should a-nutting go, don’t get home too late
For if you should stay too long, to hear the ploughboy sing
You might have a young farmer  to nurse up in the spring   Chorus



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