The sweet kiss of my dear— is like musty old hay ;
Fal de ral, fal de ral, la,
She's as lovely as morning— a morning that's grey;
Fal de ral, &c.
Nature's sweet red and white in her countenance lies;
Fal de ral, &c.
For she's white in the lips and she's red in the eyes;
Fal de ral, &c.
Your look is just that which his majesty styled;
Fal de ral, &c.
So awful— it frightens man, woman, and child ;
Fal de ral, &c.
I'll wed you in church, just to show my regard;
Fal de ral, &c.
Then lovingly— bury you in the churchyard ;
Fal de ral, fal de ral, la.