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Tottingham Frolic As I once came from Tottingham Upon a market day, 'Twas there I met with a bonny lass Clothed all in grey. Her journey was to London, With buttermilk and whey. To come down, down .... And so he spoke to this fair lass."Sweetheart you're well o'er took,"With that she cast her head asideAnd gave to him a look;Then presently this young pair,Both hands together shook.To come down, down..... And as they rode along the way Together side by side, The maiden it so chanced| Her garter was unty'd; For fear that she should lose it, "Look here, sweetheart," he cry'd, "Your garter is down, down....." "Good sir," then quoth the maiden fair,"I pray you take the pain, To do a favor unto me And take it up again." With a right good will the young man spoke, "When I come to yonder plain, I will take you down, down....." And when they came unto the place, Upon the grass so green, The maid she held her legs so wide, The young man slipt between; Such tying of a garter You have but seldom seen. To come down, down..... And thus sweet "Tibb" of Tottingham, She lost her maidenhead, But yet it is no matter for It stood her in small stead; For it did often trouble her As she lay in her bed. To come down, down..... You maidens, wives and widows,That now do hear my song,When young men proffer kindnessPray take it short or long;For there is no such comfortAs lying with a man. To come down, down.....
As I once came from Tottingham Upon a market day, 'Twas there I met with a bonny lass Clothed all in grey. Her journey was to London, With buttermilk and whey. To come down, down ....
And so he spoke to this fair lass."Sweetheart you're well o'er took,"With that she cast her head asideAnd gave to him a look;Then presently this young pair,Both hands together shook.To come down, down.....
And as they rode along the way Together side by side, The maiden it so chanced| Her garter was unty'd; For fear that she should lose it, "Look here, sweetheart," he cry'd, "Your garter is down, down....."
"Good sir," then quoth the maiden fair,"I pray you take the pain, To do a favor unto me And take it up again." With a right good will the young man spoke, "When I come to yonder plain, I will take you down, down....."
And when they came unto the place, Upon the grass so green, The maid she held her legs so wide, The young man slipt between; Such tying of a garter You have but seldom seen. To come down, down.....
And thus sweet "Tibb" of Tottingham, She lost her maidenhead, But yet it is no matter for It stood her in small stead; For it did often trouble her As she lay in her bed. To come down, down.....
You maidens, wives and widows,That now do hear my song,When young men proffer kindnessPray take it short or long;For there is no such comfortAs lying with a man. To come down, down.....
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