(John Parry)There was a rich merchant in London did dwell
He had but one daughter, an uncommon fine young girl
Her name it was Dinah, just fourteen years old
With a very rich fortune in silver and gold
With a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-a
As Dinah was walking in the garden one day
Her father came to her and to her did say
Go dress yourself Dinah in gorgeous array
For I've brought you a suitor both galliant and gay
Oh father dear father, the maiden replied
I don't feel inclined for to be marry-ied
And all my rich fortune I'd gladly give o'er
If I could but remain single for a year or two more
Oh Dinah now Dinah, the merchant did scold
You must give up young Villikins as you've often been told
Or I'll give all your fortune to your next of kin
And you won't feel loved better without not one single pin
As Villikins was walking the garden around
He spied his poor Dinah stretched out on the ground
With a cup of cold poison poured down by her side
And a billet-doux that said it was for love of Villikins she died
Now all you young lovers so careless and gay
Remember the story I tell you today
It's better by far for to die and grow cold
But to marry a suitor for silver and gold
And all of you parents both miserable and grey
Beware of my warning, take heed what I say
Don't never try to wed your daughter off to one she never clapped her eyes on
Think of Villikins and Dinah, not forgetting the cold poison
(as sung by The Spinners)