She Was a Rum One

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Recorded by Peter Kennedy and Hamish Henderson in Aberdeen, Scotland, in 1953.

She is a rum one—
Fol-the-diddle di-do-day —
But a bonny one —
Fol-the-diddle di-do.

She walk-ed up, and she walk-ed down,
And I kept close behind her,
For I asked to her the reason why,
That she could'na step no wider.

Go away, go away, you foolish young man.
And stop such foolish talking.
For it does not suit young men, she said,
To pick up young women's walking.

For I am a doctor to my trade,
My friends they call me rare-o.
If you tell me where your trouble lies,
I'll clean you note and fair o't.

My trouble lies between my thighs,
And e'er it is abidin'.
It tickles me both night and day,
And it keeps me from my a-stridin'.

He laid her down upon a bank,
Till he provided the plaister.
She jump-ed up upon her feet,
Saying: I hope you'll never aist'ter.

She's gi'ed to me my winter's beef
Besides my winter's fuellin'.
Far better than that she's gi'ed to me
Was a stable for my stallion.

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