’Way down yonder in the maple swamp The water’s deep and muddy There I spied my pretty little miss Oh there I spied my honey. 
Chorus: Weevily wheat ain’t fit to eat And neither is your barley Have some flour in half an hour To bake a cake for Charley. 
How old are you my pretty little miss? How old are you, my honey? She answered me with a ’Yes sir-ee ’I’ll be sixteen next Sunday’ 
Marry me, my pretty little miss Oh, marry me my honey She answered me with a ’Yes, sir-ee ’Just go and see my Mammy’ 
’Way down yonder in Bangor town Once there lived a Quaker Every man had to own some land If not but half an acre 
Charley he’s a handsome man Oh, Charley he’s a dandy Charley he’s the very man That sold his hat for brandy 
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