All the boys in our town
Shall lead a happy life,
Except 'tis --, and he wants a wife.
A wife he shall have, and a-courting he shall go,
Along with --, because he loves her so.
He huddles her, he cuddles her,
He sits her on his knee;
He says, My dear, do you love me?
I love you, and you love me,
And we shall be as happy
As a bird upon a tree.
The wife makes the pudding,
And she makes it nice and soft-
In comes the husband and cuts a slice off.
Tas-el-um, Tos-el-um, don't say Nay,
For next Monday morning shall be our wedding day;
The wife in the carriage,
The husband in the cart.
-Hampshire (from friend of Miss Mendham).