As I come over we trip together, It���s in the morning early. Heart and hand I give to thee, So true I love thee dearly. 
I won’t have none of your weavil wheat, And I won’t have none of your barley. Give to me the good old wheat, To bake a cake for Charlie. 
Charlie he’s a nice young man, Charlie he’s a dandy. Charlie he’s the very one That sold his daddy���s brandy. 
I���ve got a sweet little wife, A wife of my own choosing. Hug her neat and kiss her sweet, And no more go a-courting. 
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