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Wet or Fine

As I was on the high-road
That leads to Miller's Run,
I met my lover Barney
Riding in the sun.
He lifted me so tenderly
And sat me on his mare,
And as we sauntered up the hill
He strove to woo me there.

A bonny house had Barney
And many lands he had,
Of all his wealthy family
He was the only lad.
He courted me so grandly
With many Asigh and moan,
Why could I think of nothing
But — " How long his teeth have grown! "

As I was on the high-road
That leads to Somerset,
I met my lover Sandy

Out There Somewhere

AS I WAS HIKING past the woods, the cool and sleepy summer woods,
I saw a guy a-talking to the sunshine in the air;
Thinks I, he's going to have a fit — I'll stick around and watch a bit;
But he paid no attention, hardly knowing I was there.

He must have been a college guy, for he was talking big and high —
The trees were standing all around as silent as a church;
A little closer I saw he was manufacturing poetry,

Three Poems 1989

As I was lumb'ring down de street,
Down de street, down de street,
A pretty gal I chanc'd to meet,
O she was fair to view.

Chorus
Den lubly Fan will you cum out tonight,
Will you cum out tonight, will you cum out to night,
Den lubly Fan will you cum out tonight,
An' dance by de lite ob de moon.

2

I stopt her an' I had some talk
Had some talk, had some talk,
But her foot covered up de whole side-walk
An' left no room for me.
CHORUS : Den lubly Fan, etc.

3

She's de prettiest gal Ibe seen in my life,

Jack the Piper

As I was going up the hill
I met with Jack the Piper,
And all the tunes that he could play
Was "Tie up your petticoats tighter.'

I tied them once, I tied them twice,
I tied them three times over,
And all the songs that he could sing
Was "Carry me safe to Dover.'

Me Alone

As I was going to town,
I saw a King and a Queen.
Such ringing of bells you never heard,
The clerks ran out of the stores;
You know how it was, Me alone.
I was standing as the others were,
" Oh! you little girl, " some one said,
" The King wants you, "
I became frightened
Wondering what he had to say,
Me alone.
Here's what he wanted:
He wanted me to ride in his coach,
I felt myself so much riding in a King's coach,

The Derby Ram

As I was going to Derby
'Twas on a market day,
I saw the finest ram, sir,
That ever was fed on hay.
This ram was fat behind, sir,
This ram was fat before,
This ram was ten yards high, sir,
If he wasn't a little more.
That's a lie, that's a lie,
That's a tid i fa la lie.

Now the inside of this ram, sir,
Would hold ten sacks of corn,
And you could turn a coach and six
On the inside of his horn.
Now the wool upon his back, sir,
It reached up to the sky,
And in it was a crow's nest,
For I heard the young ones cry.
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