| lyric | Nelly Bly, Nelly Bly. bring the broom along;
We’ll sweep the kitchen clean, my dear,
and have a little song.
Poke the wood, lady love,
make the fire burn;
And while I take my banjo down,
just give the mush a turn.
Ref.: Heigh! Helly, Ho! Nelly,
listen, love, to me, I’ll sing for you,
play for you a dulcet melody.
Heigh! Nelly, Ho! Nelly, listen, love, to me,
I’ll sing for you, pplay for you a dulcet melody.
2. Nelly Bly has a voice like the turtle dove,
I hear it in the meadow and I hear it in the grove.
Nelly Bly has a heart warm as a cup of tea,
And bigger than the sweet potato down in Tennessee.
3. Nelly Bly shuts her eyes when she goes to sleep
And when she awakens up again her eye balls ’gin to peep,
The way she walks she lifts her foot and then she puts it down,
And when it falls there’s music there in that part of the town.
4. Nelly Bly! Nelly Bly! never, never sigh,
Never bring the tear-drop to the corner of your eye,
For the pie is made of pumpkins and the mush is made of corn,
And there’s corn and pumpkins plenty, love, a lyin in the barn. |