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JOULTIN' TO THE FAIR
Joultin' to the fair,
Three upon the pony,
That so lately were
Me and Moll Malony.
“How can three be on, boy?
Sure, the wife and you,
Though you should be wan, boy,
Can't be more nor two.”
Arrah, now then may be
You've got eyes to see
That this purty baby
Adds us up to three.
Joultin' to the fair,
Three upon the pony,
That so lately were
Me and Moll Malony.
Three upon the pony,
That so lately were
Me and Moll Malony.
“How can three be on, boy?
Sure, the wife and you,
Though you should be wan, boy,
Can't be more nor two.”
Arrah, now then may be
You've got eyes to see
That this purty baby
Adds us up to three.
Joultin' to the fair,
Three upon the pony,
That so lately were
Me and Moll Malony.
Come, give over, Jack,
Cap'rin' and curvettin',
All that's on your back
Foolishly forgettin';
For I've tuk the notion
Wan may cant'rin' go,
Trottin' is a motion
I'd extind to two;
But to travel steady
Matches best with three,
And we're that already,
Mistress Moll and me.
Joultin' to the fair,
Three upon the pony,
That so lately were
Me and Moll Malony.
Cap'rin' and curvettin',
All that's on your back
Foolishly forgettin';
For I've tuk the notion
Wan may cant'rin' go,
Trottin' is a motion
I'd extind to two;
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Matches best with three,
And we're that already,
Mistress Moll and me.
Joultin' to the fair,
Three upon the pony,
That so lately were
Me and Moll Malony.
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