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3i4 LADY OF THE LAND
She can brew, she can bake,
She can make a wedding cake
Fit for you or any lady in the land.
Pray leave her.
I leave my daughter safe and sound, And in her pocket a thousand pound, And on her finger a gay ring, And I hope to find her so again.
—Somerset and Dorset Notes and Queries, i. 133.
II. There earned a lady from other land, With all her children in her hand— Please, do you want a sarvant, marm ?
Leave her.
I leaves my daughter zafe and zound,
And in her pocket a thousan pound,
And on her finger a goulden ring,
And in her busum a silver pin.
I hopes when I return,
To see her here with you.
Don Ye let her ramble; don't'e let her trot;
Don't'e let her car' the mustard pot.
The Mistress says softly—
She shall ramble, she shall trot, She shall carry the mustard pot.
—Dorset County Chronicle, April 1889 ; Folk-lore Journal, vii. 228.
III. Here comes an old woman from Baby-land, With all her children in her hand. Pray take one of my children in.
[Spoken] What can your children do ?
[Sung] One can bake, one can brew,
And one can bake a lily-white cake. One can sit in the parlour and sing, And this one can do everything.
—Tong, Shropshire (Miss R. Harley). |
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