Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy. Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy. [Chorus - Will Smith - while Mary repeats in background:]. I really wish I could explain it baby. It's just the world is kinda crazy baby.
True Thomas sat on Huntley bank. And he beheld a lady gay. A lady that was brisk and bold. Come riding o'er the ferny brae. . Her skirt was of the grass green silk,.
As I walked down through Chatham Street. A fair maid I did meet,. She asked me to see her home--. She lived in Bleecker Street.. Chorus:. And away you santy, my dear honey,.
One misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather. I met with an old man a-clothed all in leather. He was clothed all in leather with a cap beneath his chin.
Come all brother tradesment that travel along. O pray, come and tell me where the trade is all gone. Long time have I travelled, and I cannot find none.
Late last night when the squire came home. Inquiring for his lady. Some denied and some replied. She's gone with the Black Jack Davy. . Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed.
Alison Gross that lives in yon tower. The ugliest witch in the North Country. Has trysted me one day up to her bower. And many a fair speech she made to me.
All around my hat I will wear the green willow. All around my hat for a twelve-month and a day. And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing it.