Whirly Whorl Well, the very first wedding I was bridemaid at Was on a Saturday There was plenty of lively fun And likewise sportin' and play The bells was rung and our vows we sung And to the Church went up Then right up to bed with the silly old groom To play at the whirly whorl Well, first she modestly turned her back And then she turned her front And long she wished for kindliness But kindness, she got none 'Til at last she dragged him all in her arms And she pulled him against the wall Saying "are you game, you silly old bugger? You've lost your whiry whorl!" "Well, woe be to my mother," she cried "She's done to me much ill She's married me to a silly old bugger It's all against my will I'll dress myself in my Sunday best And my fairest bonnet and all And find a young man all of my own To play at the whirly whorl" Well, the very first wedding I was bridemaid at Was on a Saturday There was plenty of lively fun And likewise sportin' and play The bells was rung and our vows we sung And to the Church went up Then right up to bed with the silly old groom To play at the whirly whorl Liza Carthy's version on the Kings of Calicutt album EP apr00
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