RIGHT UP THE MIDDLE

(Kipper Family)



As I walked out one June morning;

One June morning so early.

Twas there I spied a fair pretty maid,

Just as her skirt was a rising.



With me rhubarb pie,

On the fiddle I,

Right up the middle I go,



Her stocking white her skirt was tight,

Her suspenders shone like silver.

She had a dark and a rolling eye,

And another one quite similar.



How old are you my fair pretty maid,

How old are you my honey?

I know you sort was her retort,

And I'm not sixteen till Sunday.



Will you take a man my fair pretty maid,

Will you take a man my honey bright?

She answered me most cheerfully,

I dare not but my mommy might.



So I went down to her mommy's house,

Were a red light shone so clearly.

But the girl come down and she let me in,

And I laid in her arms till the morning.



Oh soldier will you marry me,

For I will have no one else.

Oh no said I that just can not be,

For I'm not sixteen myself.



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