DICKY OF BALLYMAN
OnNew Year’s Day, as I heard say,Dicky he saddled his dapple grey;He put on his Sunday clothes,His scarlet vest, and his new made hose.Diddle dum di, diddle dum do,Diddle dum di, diddle dum do!He rode till he came to Wilson Hall,There he rapped, and loud did call;Mistress Ann came down straightway,And asked him what he had to say.“Don’t you know me, Mistress Ann?I am Dicky of Ballyman;An honest lad, though I am poor,—I never was in love before.“I have an uncle, the best of friends,Sometimes to me a fat rabbit he sends;And many other dainty fowl,To please my life, my joy, my soul.“Sometimes I reap, sometimes I mow,And to the market I do go,To sell my father’s corn and hay,—I earn my sixpence every day!”“Oh, Dicky! you go beneath your mark,—You only wander in the dark;Sixpence a day will never do,I must have silks, and satins, too!“Besides, Dicky, I must have teaFor my breakfast, every day;And after dinner a bottle of wine,—For without it I cannot dine.”“If on fine clothes our money is spent,Pray how shall my lord be paid his rent?He’ll expect it when ’tis due,—Believe me, what I say is true.“As for tea, good stiraboutWill do far better, I make no doubt;And spring water, when you dine,Is far wholesomer than wine.“Potatoes, too, are very nice food,—I don’t know any half so good:You may have them boiled or roast,Whichever way you like them most.”This gave the company much delight,And made them all to laugh outright;So Dicky had no more to say,But saddled his dapple and rode away.Diddle dum di, diddle dum do,Diddle dum di, diddle dum do!
OnNew Year’s Day, as I heard say,Dicky he saddled his dapple grey;He put on his Sunday clothes,His scarlet vest, and his new made hose.Diddle dum di, diddle dum do,Diddle dum di, diddle dum do!He rode till he came to Wilson Hall,There he rapped, and loud did call;Mistress Ann came down straightway,And asked him what he had to say.“Don’t you know me, Mistress Ann?I am Dicky of Ballyman;An honest lad, though I am poor,—I never was in love before.“I have an uncle, the best of friends,Sometimes to me a fat rabbit he sends;And many other dainty fowl,To please my life, my joy, my soul.“Sometimes I reap, sometimes I mow,And to the market I do go,To sell my father’s corn and hay,—I earn my sixpence every day!”“Oh, Dicky! you go beneath your mark,—You only wander in the dark;Sixpence a day will never do,I must have silks, and satins, too!“Besides, Dicky, I must have teaFor my breakfast, every day;And after dinner a bottle of wine,—For without it I cannot dine.”“If on fine clothes our money is spent,Pray how shall my lord be paid his rent?He’ll expect it when ’tis due,—Believe me, what I say is true.“As for tea, good stiraboutWill do far better, I make no doubt;And spring water, when you dine,Is far wholesomer than wine.“Potatoes, too, are very nice food,—I don’t know any half so good:You may have them boiled or roast,Whichever way you like them most.”This gave the company much delight,And made them all to laugh outright;So Dicky had no more to say,But saddled his dapple and rode away.Diddle dum di, diddle dum do,Diddle dum di, diddle dum do!
OnNew Year’s Day, as I heard say,Dicky he saddled his dapple grey;He put on his Sunday clothes,His scarlet vest, and his new made hose.Diddle dum di, diddle dum do,Diddle dum di, diddle dum do!
OnNew Year’s Day, as I heard say,
Dicky he saddled his dapple grey;
He put on his Sunday clothes,
His scarlet vest, and his new made hose.
Diddle dum di, diddle dum do,
Diddle dum di, diddle dum do!
He rode till he came to Wilson Hall,There he rapped, and loud did call;Mistress Ann came down straightway,And asked him what he had to say.
He rode till he came to Wilson Hall,
There he rapped, and loud did call;
Mistress Ann came down straightway,
And asked him what he had to say.
“Don’t you know me, Mistress Ann?I am Dicky of Ballyman;An honest lad, though I am poor,—I never was in love before.
“Don’t you know me, Mistress Ann?
I am Dicky of Ballyman;
An honest lad, though I am poor,—
I never was in love before.
“I have an uncle, the best of friends,Sometimes to me a fat rabbit he sends;And many other dainty fowl,To please my life, my joy, my soul.
“I have an uncle, the best of friends,
Sometimes to me a fat rabbit he sends;
And many other dainty fowl,
To please my life, my joy, my soul.
“Sometimes I reap, sometimes I mow,And to the market I do go,To sell my father’s corn and hay,—I earn my sixpence every day!”
“Sometimes I reap, sometimes I mow,
And to the market I do go,
To sell my father’s corn and hay,—
I earn my sixpence every day!”
“Oh, Dicky! you go beneath your mark,—You only wander in the dark;Sixpence a day will never do,I must have silks, and satins, too!
“Oh, Dicky! you go beneath your mark,—
You only wander in the dark;
Sixpence a day will never do,
I must have silks, and satins, too!
“Besides, Dicky, I must have teaFor my breakfast, every day;And after dinner a bottle of wine,—For without it I cannot dine.”
“Besides, Dicky, I must have tea
For my breakfast, every day;
And after dinner a bottle of wine,—
For without it I cannot dine.”
“If on fine clothes our money is spent,Pray how shall my lord be paid his rent?He’ll expect it when ’tis due,—Believe me, what I say is true.
“If on fine clothes our money is spent,
Pray how shall my lord be paid his rent?
He’ll expect it when ’tis due,—
Believe me, what I say is true.
“As for tea, good stiraboutWill do far better, I make no doubt;And spring water, when you dine,Is far wholesomer than wine.
“As for tea, good stirabout
Will do far better, I make no doubt;
And spring water, when you dine,
Is far wholesomer than wine.
“Potatoes, too, are very nice food,—I don’t know any half so good:You may have them boiled or roast,Whichever way you like them most.”
“Potatoes, too, are very nice food,—
I don’t know any half so good:
You may have them boiled or roast,
Whichever way you like them most.”
This gave the company much delight,And made them all to laugh outright;So Dicky had no more to say,But saddled his dapple and rode away.Diddle dum di, diddle dum do,Diddle dum di, diddle dum do!
This gave the company much delight,
And made them all to laugh outright;
So Dicky had no more to say,
But saddled his dapple and rode away.
Diddle dum di, diddle dum do,
Diddle dum di, diddle dum do!