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Through woods and o'er stiles, as I trudge many miles,
I whistle, I whistle, and whoop, gee woo Jerry.
My work being done to the lawn there I fly,
Where the lads at the lasses all look very sly;
And I'ze deeply in love with a girl it is true,
And I know what I know but I munna tell you:
But I'll whistle, I'll whistle, for of all the girls I ever did see,
O cherry-cheek Patty for me.
Though the squire so great so happy mayn't be,
As poor simple Giles the plowman's boy;
No matters of state ever addle my pate,
But I'll whistle, I'll whistle, and whoop gee woo, Jerry,
Now cherry-cheek Patty she lives in a vale,
Whom I help'd o'er the stile, with her milking pail
And Patty has a like notion of me it is true,
And I know what I know, but I munna tell you:
But I'll whistle, &c.
I'se able and strong and willing to work,
And when the lark rises off trudges I;
The cows up I call, and harness old Ball,
