Henry's Songbook

Ready for the day and the dancing
You've never seen the likes of it before
Dancing like the devil to the screeching of the fiddle
And the girls leaping a' around the floor

I met her of a Friday at the dancing
We danced all night round the floor
She had a bic-lick and I was on foot
So I ran her home to the door

Come on in, you boy
We can't stand out in the cold
There's no one at home bar daddy
And I bet that he be sleeping by now

She give me a rake of bis-cakes
And a cupful of tea in my hand
When I heard a kind of whistle in the back of me
It was daddy, and he was some man

Her father he let out a golder
He talk about getting a gunk
But I deuked him around by the jaw-box
And I dunted him into the bunk

She went a-whinching and a-yearning
And he was roaring on the floor
If I catch a-haud of your trappel(?)
But I was heading for the door

I run through the nettles and the dotters
I wish that I had tak' a look
For I jumped through a hedge and I landed
Up to my oxters in the sheugh

But I'll go back to see her
Her father can do what he can
And I'll go back to the dancing
For I'm a terrible man