Folk Songs

I travelled to London town,
Ah yes, and to [other] large towns,
I did, I did,
And also Spain and Scotland,
Yes, yes, and also Spain and Scotland, yes,
and also Spain and Scotland, yes,
In search of a slender lass.

Her body it was pleasing
And slender at the waist,
Oh, and her little hands as white,
Oh, and her little hands as white, oh,
Oh, and her little hands as white, oh,
As the flowers on the thorn.

After we are married,
We’ll have two little ones;
One will be taller than the chair,
One will be taller than the chair, oh,
One will be taller than the chair, oh,
The other a little mite.