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19.—CREEPING JANE. |
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1 I will sing you a song, and a pretty little song, Concerning of Creeping Jane. She never lost a race with a horse or a mare, She never was a-counted as a pea ne lalli day;
Sing pea ne lalli-li-lie-day. She never was a-counted as a pea ne lalli day.
2 Now when she came to the first mile post,
Little Jane she was behind, All they could say of my little Creeping Jane: My fair little lady, you're behind the lalli day!
Sing pea ne lalli-li-lie-day, My fair little lady, you're behind the lalli day!
3 And when she came to the second mile post,
Little Jane she still kept behind, All they could say of my little Creeping Jane: My fair little lady, you're behind the lalli day!
Sing pea ne lalli-li-lie-day, My fair little lady, you're behind the lalli day!
4 But when she came to the third mile post,
Little Jane she still kept behind. The rider clapt his whip round her slender little waist, So she scudded o'er the marshes like a pea ne lalli day!
Sing pea ne lalli-li-lie-day, So she scudded o'er the marshes like a pea ne lalli day!
5 And now little Jane she has won the race;
She scarcely sweats a hair, She is able for to race it all over again, While the others are not able to trot the lalli day !
Sing pea ne lalli-li-lie-day, While the others are not able to trot the lalli. day !
6 But now little Jane is dead and gone,
And her body lies on the cold ground. I went unto the Master for to ask leave of him For to keep her little body from the hounds and lalli day !
Sing pea ne lalli-li-lie-day, For to keep her little body from the hounds and lalli day! |
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