For there I’ll be waiting for thee.
Vilikins and His Dinah!
’Tis of a rich merchant who in London did dwell,
He had but one daughter, an unkimmon nice young gal;
Her name—it was Dinah, scarce sixteen years old,
With a very large fortune in silver and gold.
Singing, to la lol la rol lall to ral lal la.
As Dinah was a valiking the garden one day,
Her papa he came to her, and thus he did say,