[Barbara]
Julie, Julie! Do you like him?
[Shirley]
I don’t know.
[Barbara]
Did you like it when he talked to you today,
When he put you on the carousel that way, mm mm mm
Did you like that?
[Shirley]
I’d rather not say.
[Barbara]
You’re a queer one, Julie Jordan,
You were quieter and deeper than a well
An’ ye never tell me nuthin’!
[Shirley]
There’s nuthin’ that I keer to choose to tell.
[Barbara]
You been acting most peculiar,
Every morning you’re awake ahead of me,
Always settin’ by the winder.
[Shirley]
I like to watch the river meet the sea.
[Barbara]
When we work in the mill, weavin’ at the loom
You gaze absent-minded at the roof
And half the time your shuttle gets twisted in the threads,
‘Till you can’t tell the warp from the woof.
[Shirley]
‘Taint so.
[Barbara]
You’re a queer one, Julie Jordan,
You won’t ever tell a body what you think.
You’re as tight-lipped as an oyster,
And as silent as an old Sahara spink!