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Whirly Whorl

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

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