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Title
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A-begging buttermilk I will go
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Singer
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Sawyer, David [Phoebus]
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
A-begging buttermilk I will go,
I know I shan't be a beggar long,
For there's an old woman at yonder farm
Will give me plenty if I ask for some.
Verse 2
I'll sell it all for one pennee,
Fol the lol the laddle dee,
And with that penny I will buy eggs,
And I shall have seven for my pennee.
Verse 3
I'll set my seven eggs under a hen,
If cocks then they should chance to be,
I'll make seven gamesters of them,
And there will be seven half crowns for me.
Verse 4
There will be seven half crowns for me,
Fol the lol the laddle dee,
And with that money I'll buy land,
All with my single, one pennee.
Verse 5
As this young boy was going along
Under a stony wall,
He hitched his foot against a stone,
And down came buttermilk, pitcher and all.
Verse 6
Then this poor boy got up again,
His lands and livings then were stretched,
And his mother thus made this reply,
"Thou'st reckoned thy chickens before they were hatched."
