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Posted by IONA folk correspondent, 8th Apr 2006
Come all you jolly fellows and listen to my song,
It is a little ditty and it won't detain you long.
It's of a brisk young damsel who lived down in Kent,
And she rose up one morning and she a-nutting went.
Chorus:
Then a-nutting we will go, a-nutting we will go,
With a blue cockade all in our hats we'll cut a gallant show.
Now it's of a brisk young ploughboy a-ploughing of his land
He spoke unto his horses and gently bid them stand.
Then he sat down upon his plough and he began to sing,
And he sang so melodiously it made the valleys ring.
It's of this brisk young damsel a-nutting in the wood,
He sung so melodiously it charm'd her as she stood;
She had no longer any power in that lonely wood to stay,
And what few nuts she had, poor girl, she threw them all away.
Then she came to young Johnny as he sat on his plough,
And said, "Young man, I really feel I cannot tell you how."
So he took her to some shady grove and gently laid her down,
She said, "Young man, I think I see the world go round and round."
Then Johnny went back to his plough to finish of his song,
He said, "My pretty damsel, your mama will think it wrong."
But as they walk'd across the fields she on his arm did lean,
She said "Young man, I'd like to see the world go round again."
Now all you brisk young maidens, attend unto my rhyme,
If you should a-nutting go, I pray get home in time;
For if you should stay too late and hear the ploughboys sing,
Perhaps a young ploughboy you may get to nurse up in the Spring.
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