Sir Solomons Simons when he was wed, Blush d black as a crow his fair lady did blush light, The clock struck twelve they were both tuck'd in bed, In the chimney a rush-light, A little farthing rush-light, Fal lal lal la. A little farthing rush-light.
Sir Solomon gave to his lady a nudge, Cries he Lady Simons, there s vastly too much light; Then, Sir Solomon says she to get up you cant grudge, And blow out the rush-light,
The little farthing rush-light, Fal lal la. The little farthing rush light.
Sir Solomon then out of bed pops his toes, And vastly he swore and very much did curse light. And off to the chimney Sir Solomon goes, And puffed at the rush-light, The little farthing rush-light, Fal lal la, The little farthing rush-light.
Lady Simons got out in her night cap so neat, And over the carpet my lady did brush light, And there she found Sir Solomon all in a host, Puffing at the rush-light. The little farthing rush-light, But neither of the twe Cou'd blow out the rush-light,
Sir Solomon and lady their breath quite gone Rang the bell in a rage, determined to crush light. Half asleep in his shirt then up came John, And puffed at the rush-light, The little farthing rush-light Put neither of the three Cou'd blow out the rush-light.
Cock, coachee, men and maids very near all in buff Came, and swore in their lives they never met with such light And each of the family by turns had a puff At the little farthing rush-light, The curst farthing rush-light, But none of the family Could blow out the rush-light,
The watchman at last went by, crying—one Here. watchman, come up, that you we might on vorse light. Then up came the watchman—the business was done For he turned down the rush-light, The curst farthing rush-light Fal lal lal la, So he put out the rush-light,
