As I was going to Aylesbury all on a market day, A pretty little Aylesbury girl I met upon the way. Her business was to market with butter, cheese and whey And we both jogged on together, my boys, fol-der-o diddle-o-day. And we both jogged on together, my boys, fol-der-o diddle-o-day.
As we jogged on together, my boys, together side by side, By chance this fair maid's garter, by chance it came untied. For fear that she might lose it, I unto her did say, “Oh, your garter's come untied, my love, fol-der-o diddle-o-day.” “Oh, your garter's come untied, my love, fol-der-o diddle-o-day.”
As we rode on together, my boys, to the outskirts of the town, At length this fair young damsel, she stopped and looked around, “Oh, since you've been so venturesome, pray tie it up for me.” “Oh, I will if you go to the apple grove, fol-der-o diddle-o-day.” “Oh, I will if you go to the apple grove, fol-der-o diddle-o-day.”
And when we got to the apple grove, the grass was growing high. I laid this girl upon her back, her garter for to tie. While tying of her garter such sights I never did see And we both jogged on together, my boys, fol-der-o diddle-o-day. And we both jogged on together, my boys, fol-der-o diddle-o-day.
“Oh, since you've had your will of me, come tell to me your name, Likewise your occupation, and where and whence you came.” “My name is Mickey the drover boy, from Dublin town come I. And I live at the sign of the Ups and Downs, fol-der-o diddle-o-day. And I live at the sign of the Ups and Downs, fol-der-o diddle-o-day.”
And when she got to Aylesbury, her butter was not sold, And the losing of her maidenhead it made her blood run cold. “He's gone, he's gone, he's gone,” she said, “He's not the lad for me, For he lives at the sign of the Ups and Downs, fol-der-o diddle-o-day. For he lives at the sign of the Ups and Downs, fol-der-o diddle-o-day.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
