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Tune- Sweet Betsy from Pike
|'Tis||of a rich||merchant who in||London did dwell,|
|He had but one||daughter, an||uncommon nice girl.|
|Her||name it was||Dinah, scarce||sixteen years||old,|
|With a very large||fortune in||silver and gold.|
|Singing||tu la lol||la rol lal||to rol lal la.|
As Dinah was a-walking her garden one day,
Her papa he came to her, and thus he did say—
"Go dress yourself, Dinah, in gorgeous array,
And get you a husband both gallant and gay!"
"Oh, papa, oh, papa, I've not made up my mind,
And to marry just yet, why I don't feel inclined;
To you my large fortune I'll gladly give o'er,
If you'll let me live single a year or two more."
"Go, go, boldest daughter," the parent replied;
"If you won't consent to be this here young man's bride,
I'll give your large fortune to the nearest of kin,
And you shan't reap the benefit of one single pin."
As Villikins was walking the garden around,
He spied his dear Dinah lying dead on the ground;
And a cup of cold pizen it lay by her side,
With a billet-doux stating 'twas by pizen she died.
He kissed her cold corpus a thousand times oer,
And called her his Dinah though she was no more,
Then swallowed the pizen like a lover so brave,
And Villikins and his Dinah lie both in one grave.
Now all you young maidens take warning by her,
Never not by no means disobey your governor,
And all you young fellows mind who you clap eyes on,
Think of Villikins and Dinah and the cup of cold pizen.
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