And thus to her lovier she spoke.
Oh! where are you going, Joe Muggins, she said,
Oh! where are you going? said she.
I’m going, my lass, to Smith’ll markèt,
To Smith’ll to sell my donkey—key—key—
To Smith’ll to sell my donkey.
When will you come back, Joe Muggins? she said,
When will you come back to me?
In an hour or two, or three at the most,
So get me a herring for tea—tea—tea—