| Lyrics: | Nutting Girl
Now come all you jovial fellows, come listen to my song
It is a little
ditty and it won't detail you long
It's of a fair young damel, and she lived down in
Kent
Arose one summer's morning, and she a-nutting went
With my fal-lal to my
ral-tal-lal
Whack-fol-the-dear-ol-day
And what few nuts that poor girl had
She threw
them all away.
It's of a brisk young farmer, was ploughing of his land
He called
unto his horses, to 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
It's of this fair young
damsel, she was nutting in the wood
His voice was so melodious, it charmed her as she
stood
In that lonely wood, she could no longer stay
And what few nuts she had, poor girl,
she threw them all away
She then came to young Johnny, as he sit on his plough
She
said: ''Young man I really feel I cannot tell you how''
She took her to some shady broom, and
there he laid her down
Said she: ''Young man, I think I feel the world
go round and
round''
He went back to his horses to finish off his song
He said: ''My pretty fair
maid, your mother will think you long''
But she flung her arms all round his neck
as they
went o'er the plain
And she said: ''My dear, I should like to see
the world go round
again''
Now, come all you young women, take warning by my song
If you should
a-nutting go, don't stay from home too long
For if you should stay too late, to hear the
ploughboy sing
You might have a young farmer to nurse up in the spring
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