| When pretty Peg went down the street
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| Some fresh fish for to buy
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| But the wee town clerk followed after her
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| And he kissed her by and by
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| Chorus (after each verse):
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| With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-dido
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| With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-day
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| «Oh how can I get to your chamber, love?
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| Or how can I get to your bed?
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| When your daddy goes to bed at night
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| With a keen eye on his head?»
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| «Oh go and get the ladder, love
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| With thirty steps and three
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| And put it to the chimney top
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| And come down in a creel to me»
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| «I went and got a ladder, love
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| With thirty steps and three
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| And a creel on the top of that
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| And come down in the lum to thee»
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| No peace nor ease could the old wife get
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| With dreams running through her head
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| «I'll lay on me life,» said the gay old wife
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| «There's a boy in me daughter’s bed»
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| Then up the stairs the old man crept
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| And into the room did steal
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| Silence reigned where the daughter slept
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| And he never twigged the creel
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| «My curse attend you, father
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| What brought you up so soon?
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| To put me through my evening prayers
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| And I just lying down?»
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| He went back to his gay old wife
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| He went back to she
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| «She has the prayer book in her hand
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| And she’s praying for you and me»
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| No peace nor ease could that old wife get
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| 'Til she would rise and see
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| She came on a stumbling-block
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| And into the creel went she
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| «Oh high I rocked her, oh I rocked her
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| Didn’t I rock her well?
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| For if any old wife begrudge me her daughter
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| I’ll rock her into hell» |