"I'd quite forgotten t' weather;
But if you will permission give
I'll see you home, where-e'er you live;"
So she pop'd her arm right thro' my sleeve,
And off we set tegether.
A bonny wild goose chase we had,
In an out sir, in an out sir;
A bonny wild goose chase we had,
The bollar stones so gall'd me;
At last she brought me to a door