| As I was going to Aylesbury all on a market day
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| A pretty little Aylesbury girl I met upon the way
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| Her business was to market with butter, cheese and whey
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| And we both jogged on together my boys fol-der-o diddle-o-day
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| And we both jogged on together my boys fol-der-o diddle-o-day
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| As we jogged on together my boys together side by side
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| By chance this fair maid’s garter it came untied
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| For fear that she might lose it I unto her did say
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| Your garter’s come untied my love fol-der-o diddle-o-day
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| Your garter’s come untied my love fol-der-o diddle-o-day
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| As we rode on together my boys to the outskirts of the town
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| At length this fair young damsel she stopped and looked around
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| O since you’ve been so venturesome pray tie it up for me
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| O I will if you go to the apple grove fol-der-o diddle-o-day
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| O I will if you go to the apple grove fol-der-o diddle-o-day
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| And when we got to the apple grove the grass was growing high
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| I laid this girl upon her back her garter for to tie
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| While tying of her garter such sights I never did see
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| And we both jogged on together my boys fol-der-o diddle-o-day
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| And we both jogged on together my boys fol-der-o diddle-o-day
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| O since you’ve had your will of me come tell to me your name
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| Likewise your occupation and where and whence you came
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| Ma name is Mickey the drover boy from Dublin town come I
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| And I live at the sign of the Ups And Downs fol-der-o diddle-o-day
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| And I live at the sign of the Ups And Downs fol-der-o diddle-o-day
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| And when she got to Aylesbury her butter was not sold
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| And the losing of her maidenhead it made her blood run cold
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| He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, she said, he’s not the lad for me
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| For he lives at the sign of the Ups And Downs fol-der-o diddle-o-day
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| For he lives at the sign of the Ups And Downs fol-der-o diddle-o-day |