Old Songs 229
The man that owned this ram, sir,
Must needs be very rich;
And the man that made this song, sir,
He died last year with the itch.
Taralal de do,
Taralal de diddledy,
those young men
Those young men that trot about the town,
You’d think they were worth one thou sand pound:
Look in their pockets—not a penny you’ll find;
False and fickle is a young man’s mind.
These young men when they first begin to love,
It’s nothing but “My Honey” and “My Turtle-dove;”
But once they are married, it’s no such a thing;
marching to quebec
The singers marched, went through several odd manœuvres, and the couples,
