Traditional, from Yorkshire?
When Harry the tailor was twenty years old,|
He began for to look with courage so bold;
He told his old mother he was not in jest,
But he would have a wife as well as the rest.
2. Then Harry next morning, before it was day,
3. She up with the bowl, the butter-milk flew,|
And Harry the tailor looked wonderful blue.
O, Dolly, my dear, what hast thou done?
From my back to my breeks has thy butter-milk run.
4. She gave him a push, he stumbled and fell
5. Then Harry went home like a drowned rat,|
And told his old mother what he had been at.
With butter-milk, bowl, and a terrible fall,
O, if this be called love, may the devil take all!
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