| Married a wife in the month of June
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| Risselty rosselty, now now now!
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| I carried her off by the light of the moon (in a silver spoon)
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| Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, nickety nackety
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| Retrical quality, willaby wallaby now now now!
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| She combed her hair but once a year
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| Risselty rosselty, now now now!
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| With every rake she gave a tear
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| Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, (etc.)
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| She swept the floor but once a year
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| Risselty rosselty, now now now!
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| She swore her broom was much too dear
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| Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, (etc.)
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| She churned the butter in dad’s old boot
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| Risselty rosselty, now now now!
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| And for a dasher she uses her foot
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| Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, (etc.)
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| The butter came out a grizzledy gray
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| Risselty rosselty, now now now!
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| The cheese took legs and ran away
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| Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, (etc.)
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| (Peggy Seeger)
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| The butter and cheese is on the shelf
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| Risselty rosselty, now now now!
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| If you want any more you can sing it yourself
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| Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, (etc.)
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| (from miriam berg’s folksong collection) |