Folk Songs

I have a sister, Mari, she has a cap of broad lace,
With the lace turning up
Rum–tee dood–lee da–am,
With the lace turning up and the lace turning down.

And a yard and a half of calico:
“Well how can I pay for it
Rum–tee dood–lee da–am,
Well how can I pay for it without Siôn finding out?”

“Well, get up early in the morning and stay till it’s late,
And thresh and winnow
Rum–tee dood–lee da–am,
And thresh and winnow the wheat until it’s done.”