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PRETTY LITTLE NELL THE FARMERS Daughter. WHEN strolling on one summer's day down a country lane, Just for a change of air, my boys, from town that day I came, On looking round I there beheld a blue eyed country lass, At a well drawing water, and she smiled as I went past. Chorus. Pretty little Nell, the farmer's daughter I met her at the well drawing water, And as I passed her by, I caught the roguish eye, Of pretty little Nell, the farmer's daughter I raised my hat. she blushuig said my manners were polite, I replied a country life must be one scene of delight! She said she was quite happy in her country life so gay, I begged that she would meet me, at the well again next day. At the time appointed I was there, the birds sang out their lay, Sweet Nelly met me at the well, she had just done making hay; I put my arms around her waist, and pressed her to my side, Then ask'd this little Village Queen, if she'd be my bride. So now we're joined together, by marriage closest tie. There is no care or strife between my darling wife and I, And in onr little country home, with our children Rose and Nell, Oft reminds me of the happy day, and the meet- of the well. DOWN AMONG THE COAL. JEMIMA lived in service once, at a house in St. Enoch Square, She ne'er got out, so I used to go and cour her there, Her mistersses were two old maids, such very particular souls. That Jemima, often had to hide me, down among the coals. Chorus: Down among the coals, down among the coals, All alone and in the dark, I say boys, it is a lark Down among the coals, down among the cools, Waiting to make love, to my Jemima. When in the cellar, cobwebs used to decorate my clothes, The coal dust got into my eyes, and would get up my nose; And when it rained, the water came trickling through a crack, And I always fancied, spiders were crawling up my back. One night they sent Jemima out, she'd forgotten her dear Joe, Was down among the Walls-ends, and a prisoner down below; I began to freeze, was obliged to sneeze, and I felt inclined to shout, So I hollo'd through the key-hole, "Here Jemima let me out. At lenght the door was open'd-'twas dark, oh best of bliss, I flopped my arms around her neck, and gave her such a kiss; A scream, and then a shovel, gave me one upon the head, I kiss'd her ancient mistress, I needn't say I fled Love laughs at Locksmiths, so they say, that was the case with us, Of course Jemima got the sack, it caused a dread- ful fuss; But I married her soon after that, and we're as happy as a king, And often round our cosy fire, this is what we sing. 670.
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1880-1900 shelfmark: RB.m.143(042)
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