As I come in by Tansey's wood,
And in by Tansey's mill O,
Four-and-twenty of Geordie's men
Kissed me against my will O.
Diddle dow diddle dow diddle dow dow dow
Diddle dee diddle da diddle dow-o
Oh once I was a lady fair,
And liked the young men well O,
Now I'm in the correction-house,
A woeful take to tell O!
Diddle dow diddle dow diddle dow dow dow
Diddle dee diddle da diddle dow-o
When we lived in yon tavern-house,
We lived in a good case O,
Neither wanted nor meat nor drink
Nor bonnie lads to kiss O.
Diddle dow diddle dow diddle dow dow dow
Diddle dee diddle da diddle dow-o
But now I'm in the correction-house,
And sorely do I mourn o;
Now I'm in the correction-house,
And whipped until my turn O.
Diddle dow diddle dow diddle dow dow dow
Diddle dee diddle da diddle dow-o
But when I gets my liberty,
And I hope it will be soon O,
I hope to be a married wife
When my thirty days are done O.
Diddle dow diddle dow diddle dow dow dow
Diddle dee diddle da diddle dow-o
And in by Tansey's mill O,
Four-and-twenty of Geordie's men
Kissed me against my will O.
Diddle dow diddle dow diddle dow dow dow
Diddle dee diddle da diddle dow-o
Oh once I was a lady fair,
And liked the young men well O,
Now I'm in the correction-house,
A woeful take to tell O!
Diddle dow diddle dow diddle dow dow dow
Diddle dee diddle da diddle dow-o
When we lived in yon tavern-house,
We lived in a good case O,
Neither wanted nor meat nor drink
Nor bonnie lads to kiss O.
Diddle dow diddle dow diddle dow dow dow
Diddle dee diddle da diddle dow-o
But now I'm in the correction-house,
And sorely do I mourn o;
Now I'm in the correction-house,
And whipped until my turn O.
Diddle dow diddle dow diddle dow dow dow
Diddle dee diddle da diddle dow-o
But when I gets my liberty,
And I hope it will be soon O,
I hope to be a married wife
When my thirty days are done O.
Diddle dow diddle dow diddle dow dow dow
Diddle dee diddle da diddle dow-o
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2016/11/14 - 09:36
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Una canzone il cui testo si trova nella raccolta “The Ballad Book” a cura di George R. Kinloch (Edimburgo, 1827) ma che risale al 700, presente nel repertorio di Charles Leslie, detto “Mussel Mou'd Charlie”, un cantante girovago dell’Aberdeenshire morto ultracentenario nel 1782.
Testo trovato su English Folk Music
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