MARYANNE
All day, all night, Maryanne
Down by seaside, catchin' fish
Water from her pom-pom would float a boat
Hair around her pom-pom would tie a goat...
Well we got it already, and it cost no money.
It is softer than jelly, and it's sweeter than honey...
Said the mule to me donkey "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Donkey, Ho! Don' you trouble my tail, I tell you."
Well I went down to the city, to circumcise me donkey,
And on the way me donkey met a mule.
Said the mule to me donkey "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Donkey, Ho! don' you trouble me tail. I tell you."
For you're nothing but a donkey. And the same old donkey.
I don' love no donkey if he ain' got no money..."
Said the mule to me donkey "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me,
Donkey, Ho! Don' you trouble my tail, I tell you."
Well I went down to the city, wid me uncle Willie,
And on the way me uncle met a girl.
Said the girl to me uncle "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Uncle Ho! Don' you trouble me dress, I tell you."
"For you're nothing but an uncle, and the same old uncle.
I don' love no uncle, if he ain' got no money."
Said the girl to me uncle "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Uncle Ho! Don' you trouble me dress, I tell you."
All day, all night, Maryanne
Down by seaside, catchin' fish
Water from her pom-pom would float a boat
Hair around her pom-pom would tie a goat...
There is a more frequently sung, cleaner version in Folksongs of the Carribean
I learned this one 43 years ago in Washington Square. I found it unforgetta
ble; The lovely, lyric quality of the air combined with the explicit, although
sometimes abstruse sexuality of the verses was a grabber.
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MARYANNE
All day, all night, Maryanne
Down by seaside, catchin' fish
Water from her pom-pom would float a boat
Hair around her pom-pom would tie a goat...
Well we got it already, and it cost no money.
It is softer than jelly, and it's sweeter than honey...
Said the mule to me donkey "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Donkey, Ho! Don' you trouble my tail, I tell you."
Well I went down to the city, to circumcise me donkey,
And on the way me donkey met a mule.
Said the mule to me donkey "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Donkey, Ho! don' you trouble me tail. I tell you."
For you're nothing but a donkey. And the same old donkey.
I don' love no donkey if he ain' got no money..."
Said the mule to me donkey "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me,
Donkey, Ho! Don' you trouble my tail, I tell you."
Well I went down to the city, wid me uncle Willie,
And on the way me uncle met a girl.
Said the girl to me uncle "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Uncle Ho! Don' you trouble me dress, I tell you."
"For you're nothing but an uncle, and the same old uncle.
I don' love no uncle, if he ain' got no money."
Said the girl to me uncle "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Uncle Ho! Don' you trouble me dress, I tell you."
All day, all night, Maryanne
Down by seaside, catchin' fish
Water from her pom-pom would float a boat
Hair around her pom-pom would tie a goat...
There is a more frequently sung, cleaner version in Folksongs of the Carribean
I learned this one 43 years ago in Washington Square. I found it unforgetta
ble; The lovely, lyric quality of the air combined with the explicit, although
sometimes abstruse sexuality of the verses was a grabber.
All day, all night, Maryanne
Down by seaside, catchin' fish
Water from her pom-pom would float a boat
Hair around her pom-pom would tie a goat...
Well we got it already, and it cost no money.
It is softer than jelly, and it's sweeter than honey...
Said the mule to me donkey "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Donkey, Ho! Don' you trouble my tail, I tell you."
Well I went down to the city, to circumcise me donkey,
And on the way me donkey met a mule.
Said the mule to me donkey "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Donkey, Ho! don' you trouble me tail. I tell you."
For you're nothing but a donkey. And the same old donkey.
I don' love no donkey if he ain' got no money..."
Said the mule to me donkey "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me,
Donkey, Ho! Don' you trouble my tail, I tell you."
Well I went down to the city, wid me uncle Willie,
And on the way me uncle met a girl.
Said the girl to me uncle "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Uncle Ho! Don' you trouble me dress, I tell you."
"For you're nothing but an uncle, and the same old uncle.
I don' love no uncle, if he ain' got no money."
Said the girl to me uncle "Sidler-boy, don' you molest me.
Uncle Ho! Don' you trouble me dress, I tell you."
All day, all night, Maryanne
Down by seaside, catchin' fish
Water from her pom-pom would float a boat
Hair around her pom-pom would tie a goat...
There is a more frequently sung, cleaner version in Folksongs of the Carribean
I learned this one 43 years ago in Washington Square. I found it unforgetta
ble; The lovely, lyric quality of the air combined with the explicit, although
sometimes abstruse sexuality of the verses was a grabber.