RISSELTY-ROSSELTY



I married me a wife in the month of June,

Risselty-rosselty now, now, now !

I carried her home in a silver spoon,

Risselty-rosselty, hey bom-bosselty,

Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality,

Willaby-wallaby now, now, now !



She swept the floor but once a year

She swore her brooms were all too dear



She combed her hair but once a year

At every rake she shed a tear



She churned the butter in dad's old boot

And for a dash she used her foot



The butter came out a grisly grey

The cheese took legs and ran away



The butter and cheese are on the shelf

If you want any more, you can sing it yourself



Note: an American version of The Wife Wrapt in a Wether's Skin

that managed to lose the story.

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Child #277

Recorded by Seeger

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