
专辑:Rise, Heart
时间:2026-04-24
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When Harry, the tailor was twenty years old,
He ‘gan for to look with a courage so bold
Tu-re-lu-tu-re-lay.
He told his old mother he was not in jest,
But he could have a wife just as well as the rest.
Tu-re-lu-fol-de-lol-fol-de-liddle-laddi-lay.
Then Harry next morning before it was day,
To the house of a fair maid he boldly took his way.
He found his dear Dolly a-making a cheese,
Says he ‘You must give me a kiss if you please;’
She up with the bowl and the butter-milk flew,
And Harry the tailor looked wonderful blue,
‘O Dolly my dearest, O what hast thou done?
From my back to my heels has the butter-milk run.’
She gave him a push, and he stumbled and fell
Right down from the dairy into the draw well.
Then Harry the plough-boy he ran up amain,
And soon brought him up in a bucket again.
The tailor went home all 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.’