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MILKING PAILS |
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Suppose the clothes float away ? Take a boat and go after them. Suppose the boat upsets ? Then you will be drownded.
—London (Miss Dendy).
Mother, come buy me a milking-can, Milking-can, milking-can, Mother, come buy me a milking-can, O mother o' mine.
Where can I have my money from, O daughter o' mine ?
Sell my father's bedsteads.
Where must your father sleep ?
Sleep in the pig-sty.
Where must the pig sleep ?
Sleep in the washing-tub.
What must I wash in ?
Wash in your thimble.
What must I sew with ?
Sew with your finger.
What will you say if I prick me ?
Serve you right, serve you right.
—Monton, Lancashire (Miss Dendy).
Mother, will you buy me a pair of milking-cans, Milking-cans, milking-cans, Mother, will you buy me a pair of milking-cans, O gentle mother of mine ?
But where shall I get the money from ?
Sell my father's feather bed.
But where, O where, will your father lie ?
Father can lie in the girls' bed.
But where, O where, shall the girls then lie ?
The girls can lie in the boys' bed.
But where, O where, shall the boys lie ?
The boys may lie in the pig-sty. |
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