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Title
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Nutting girl
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
It's of a brisk young farmer,
A-ploughing of his land,
He called unto his horses,
And bid them gently stand;
He sat himself all on his plough,
A song for to begin,
His voice was so melodious,
It made the welkin ring.
Chorus
A-nutting we will go,
A-nutting we will go,
With a blue cockade all in our hats,
We'll cut a gallant show.
Verse 2
It's of a brisk young damsel,
A-walking in the wood,
His voice was so melodious,
It charmed her where she stood.
She had no longer power,
In that lone wood to stay,
And what few nuts she had, poor girl,
She threw them all away.
Chorus
Verse 3
She went unto her Johnny,
As he sat on his plough,
She said, 'Young man you sing so sweet,
I pray you, tell me how.'
He says, 'My pretty fair maid,
I'm glad to see you here,
Come, sit you down beside me,
I'll keep you out of fear,'
Chorus
Verse 4
Young Johnny left his horses,
Likewise he left his plough,
He took her to the shady grove,
Some courage for to show;
He kissed her then, right manfully,
As they sat upon the grounds,
She said, 'Young man, I think I see,
The world go round and round.'
Chorus
Verse 5
Young Johnny went unto his plough,
To finish off his song,
He says, 'My pretty fair maid,
Your mother will think you long.'
But as they tripped up the plain,
He on her breast did lean,
She says, 'Young man, I think I see,
The world go round and round.'
Chorus
