Come all you jovial fellows and listen to my song,
It is a little ditty and it won’t detain you long;
It’s of a fair young damsel, oh she lived down in Kent,
Arose one summer’s morning and she a-nutting went.
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With my fol lol to me rol tol la,
Whack fol the dear old day;
And every nut that poor girl had,
She threw them all away.
It’s of a brisk young farmer, a-ploughing of his land,
He called unto his horses to bid them gently stand;
As he sat down upon his plough all for a song to sing,
His voice was so melodius it made the valleys ring.
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It’s of that brisk young damsel, a-nutting in the wood,
His voice was so melodius it charmed her as she stood;
She had no longer power in those woods to stay,
And what few nuts she had, poor girl, she threw them all away!
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She came up to young Johnny as he sat on his plough,
Said she, «Young man, I really feel-I cannot tell you how!»
So he took her to some shady broom and there he laid her down-
Said she, «Young man, I think I feel the world go round and
Round!»
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So come all you local women, this warning by me take,
Oh, if you should a-nutting go, don’t stay out too late;
For if you should stay too late, for to hear that ploughboy sing,
You might have a young farmer to nur8se up in the spring!
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