| Lyrics: | RISSELTY-ROSSELTY
I married me a wife in the month of June,
Risselty-rosselty
now, now, now !
I carried her home in a silver spoon,
Risselty-rosselty, hey
bom-bosselty,
Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality,
Willaby-wallaby now, now,
now !
She swept the floor but once a year
She swore her brooms were all too
dear
She combed her hair but once a year
At every rake she shed a
tear
She churned the butter in dad's old boot
And for a dash she used her
foot
The butter came out a grisly grey
The cheese took legs and ran
away
The butter and cheese are on the shelf
If you want any more, you can sing it
yourself
Note: an American version of The Wife Wrapt in a Wether's Skin
that
managed to lose the story.
@marriage
Child #277
Recorded by Seeger
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