| lyric | 1. My father bought at great expense
A grand high stepping grey,
But when he puts her at a fence
She backs and backs away.
Chours
Sing hey ho, the morning dew,
Hey ho, the rose and rue!
Follow me, my bonny lad,
For I’ll not go with you!
2. My mother bought a likely hen
On last St. Martin’s Day:
She clucks and clucks and clucks again;
But never yet will lay.
3. 0 Mustard is my brother’s dog,
Who whines and wags his tail,
And snuffs into the market bag,
But dare not snatch the meal.
Chorus
4. When walls lie down for steeds to step,
When eggs themselves go lay,
And the groats jump into Mustard’s jaws,
To you my court I’ll pay! |