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 bambassity,
Nickety, nackety, retrecal quality,
Willowby, wallowy, mow, mow, mow.
She combed her hair but once a year,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
With every rake she shed a tear,
Chorus
She swept the floor but once a year
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
She swore her broom was much too dear,
Chorus
She churned her butter in Dad's old boot,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
And for a dasher used her foot,
Chorus
The butter came out a grizzly gray,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
The cheese took legs and ran away,
Chorus
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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 bambassity,
Nickety, nackety, retrecal quality,
Willowby, wallowy, mow, mow, mow.
She combed her hair but once a year,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
With every rake she shed a tear,
Chorus
She swept the floor but once a year
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
She swore her broom was much too dear,
Chorus
She churned her butter in Dad's old boot,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
And for a dasher used her foot,
Chorus
The butter came out a grizzly gray,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
The cheese took legs and ran away,
Chorus
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow,
I carried her off in a silver spoon,
Chorus:
Risseldy, rosseldy, hey bambassity,
Nickety, nackety, retrecal quality,
Willowby, wallowy, mow, mow, mow.
She combed her hair but once a year,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
With every rake she shed a tear,
Chorus
She swept the floor but once a year
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
She swore her broom was much too dear,
Chorus
She churned her butter in Dad's old boot,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
And for a dasher used her foot,
Chorus
The butter came out a grizzly gray,
Risseldy, rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.
The cheese took legs and ran away,
Chorus