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Billy Grimes, the Drover.
“To-morrow morn, I’m sweet sixteen, and Billy Grimes, the rover,
Has popped the question to me Ma, and wants to be my lover,
To-morrow morn, he says, Mamma, he’s coming bright and early,
To take a pleasant trip with me across the fields of Barley”.
“You must not go, my daughter, dear, it is no use a-talking,
You cannot go across the field with Billy Grimes a walking.
To think of his presumption now, the dirty ugly drover.
I wonder where your pride has gone to think of such a rover.”
“Old Grimes is dead, you know, Mamma, and Billy is so lonely,
Besides, they say too, Grimes has said, that Billy is the only.
So he’ll be heir to all he’s left, and that they say is nearly
A good ten thousand dollars worth, and about six hundred yearly.
“I did not hear, my daughter dear, your last remarks quite clearly,
But Billy is a clever lad, and no doubt loves you dearly. Be
Be ready then tomorrow morn and be up bright and early,
To take a pleasant walk with him across the fields of Barley.”
And when we’re married, dear Mamma, We both shall look so neatly
I’ll wear a thousand dollar shawl, ‘Twil make me look so sweetly-
This common frock is getting old,
And silk will soon be fashion,
I’ll turn his pockets inside out, and meet with a shout, guess him-
Not quite so fast, my pretty miss, don’t try to win the drover.
Who’s traveled this whole country through in search of a true lover.
My money ne’er shall buy your shawl, Ne’er build your castles higher.
Please madam, take your daughter home, I did it but to try her.
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