Risseldy, Rosseldy

I married my wife in the month of June
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow,mow,mow
I carried her off in a silver spoon

*Chorus: Risseldy, rosseldy, hey bambasity
Nickety, Nackety, retrical quality,
Willowby, wallowby, mow,mow,mow

She combed her but once a year
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow,mow,mow
With every rake she shed a tear
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She swept the floor but once a year,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow,
She swore her broom was much to dear,
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She churned her butter in Dad's old boot,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow,
And for a dasher used her foot,
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The butter came out a grizzly gray,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow,
The cheese took legs and ran away,
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