Traditional Yorkshire ballad
Harry courted modest Mary,|
Mary was always brisk and airy;
Harry was country neat as could be,
But his words were rough, and his duds were muddy.
2. Harry when he first bespoke her,
3. Have you got cups of China mettle,
4. I've got none o' your cups of Chaney,|
Canister, cream-jug, I've not any;
I've a three-footed pot and a good brass kettle,
Pray what do you want with your Chaney mettle?
5. A shippen full of rye for to fother,
6. I'll not sit at my wheel a-spinning,
7. Why then thou must marry some red-nosed squire*,|
Who'll buy thee a settle to sit by the fire,
For I'll to Margery in the valley,
She is my girl, so farewell Malley.
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