Dissy, dissy, green grass,
Dissy, dissy, duss,
Come all ye pretty fair maids
And dance along with us.
You shall have a duck, my dear,
And you shall have a drake,
And you shall have a nice young man
To love you for your sake.
If this young man should chance to die
And leave the girl a widow,
The birds shall sing, the bells shall ring,
Clap all your hands together.
—Yorkshire (Henderson’s Folk-lore, Northern Counties, p. 27).
Dossy, dossy green grass,
Dossy, dossy, doss,
Come all ye pretty fair maids
And dance upon the grass.
I will give you pots and pans,
I will give you brass,
I will give you anything
For a pretty lass.
I will give you gold and silver,
I will give you pearl,
I will give you anything
For a pretty girl.
Take one, take one, the fairest you can see.
You shall have a duck, my dear,
You shall have a drake,
You shall have a young man
Apprentice for your sake.