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,.
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.
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,.
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.
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.
Space man blow up. . Oh, maggot, he's a modern day fagan. Turfin' out your pockets like a Christian burns a pagan. Drippin' with charm, style and panache.