Duke of Gordon's three daughters (1850-1860)/All round my hat

All Round My Hat.

Al round my hat I vear's the green villow,
⁠All round my hat for a twelvemonth and a day,
If any vone should ax me the reason vy I vears it
⁠I te ls them that my true love is far far avay,
Twas a going of my rounds in the street I first d dmeet her,
oh, I thought she was an angel just come down from the sky,
Spoken,—She'd a nise' wegitable countenance,
turnip nose, reddish cheeks, and carroty hair,
And never heard a woice more louder and sweeter
⁠Vhen she cried, buy my primroses, primroses, come buy,
Spoken--Here's your fine cauliflowers.
⁠All round my hat, &c,
Spoken—Here's your precious turnips,
oh, now my love, she vos fair an she was kind toe,
⁠o cruel was vos the cruel judge vot had my love try,
For thieving vos a thing she never was inclin'd to,
But he sent my love across the seas far, far avay
Spoken—Here's your hard hearted cabbages
⁠All round my hat; &e.
For seven long years my love and I are parted,
⁠For seven long years my love is bound to stay,
Spoken—'Tis a precious long 'fore I gets any trade to day,
Bad luck to that chap vot'd cv r be false hearted,
⁠o I ll love my love tho' she's far far avay,
Spoken—Here's your nice heads of celery,
⁠All round my hat, &c,
There's some young men so preciously deceitful
A coaxing of the young gals they vish to lead astray,
Spoken—Do you vant any valnuts; crack 'em and try 'em a shilling a hundred,
As soon as they ve deceived 'em so cruelly they leave them,
And never sighs nor sorrows vhen they're far far avay
Spoken—Do you vant any hinions to day marm,
⁠All round my hat, &c.
oh I bought my ove a ring on the werry day she started,
⁠Vich Igove her as a token all to remember me
Spoken—Bless her eyes,
And vhen she does come back ve',l never more be parted,
But ve'll marry and be happy, oh, for ever and a day,
Spoken--Here's your fine spring raddishes,
⁠All round my hat, &c,