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Harry the Tailor 
Harry the Tailor 
Young Harry, the tailor, 'bout twenty years old He began to grow rattlin' courageous and bold He told his old mother without any jest A wife he would have then so well as the rest
 And sing: Fal-the-ral-laddy-O Fal-the-ral-laddy-O Fal-the-ral-laddy-O Fal-the-lie-day 
He got up one morning, before it was day From his house to the farmer's he did run away Where she was a-working her dairy alone He got bobbin and playin' but 'twas not with his own 
I'll tell you the truth, let him say what he may He came here a little before it was day Where Dolly, the dairymaid, makin' her cheese He began for to play and to tickle her knees 
She gave him a shove, and straightway he fell From the house of the dairy right into the well Young Harry cried out with such pitiful sound Or else, my dear Dolly, then I shall be drowned 
Then William, the farmer, he did then come in And up in the bucket he pulled him again He says: You young rascal, and how came you here? It was; Thou shoved me in, sir, I vow and declare 
The farmer got up in a passion at that And said: You young rascal, what have you been at! The basin of buttermilk at him he threw Which made him look sair and damn well blue 
Young Harry went home like a poor drowned rat And told his old mother what he had been at Wi' slaps on his cheeks and a terrible fall If this is your courtin', the devil take all 
Words and tune from Kennedy, Folksongs of Britain and Ireland 
RG,SF
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