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Vilikins and His Dinah
Obtained by Miss Ruth Barnes, Ypsilanti, from the singing of one of her students, Miss Caroline C. McDowell; she had learned the song from her father, who had learned it from his father, of Scotch-Irish descent.
i It was in London city a rich merchant did dwell; He had but one daughter, an uncommon nice young gal; Her name it was Dinah, scarce sixteen years old, With a very large fortune in silver and gold.
Sing a tura-h-ura-li-ura-li-ay.
2 As Dinah was walking in the garden one day, Her father came to her and to her did say: "Go dress yourself, Dinah, in your finest array
And take yourself a hus-i-band both gallant and gay."
3 "O papa, O papa, I've not made up my mind; And to marry just yet I don't feel inclined. To you my large fortune I'll gladly give o'er
If you'll let me stay single a year or two more."
4 "Go, go, boldest daughter," her par-i-ent 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'll not reap the benefit of one single pin!"
5 As Vilikins was walking in his garden around, He found his dear Dinah lying dead on the ground. A cup of cold pizen was there by her side,
And a billy-dux saying 'twas of pizen she died.
6 He kissed her cold corpus a thousand times o'er, And called her his Dinah though she was no more; Then he drank the cold pizen like a lover so brave, And Vilikins and his Dinah lie both in one grave.