And yet she didn’t live in Vestminster, ’cause she loved ’tother side of the water,
Her father caught rats—and she sold sprats all about and around that quarter,
And the gentle folks all took off their hats to the putty little Rat-catcher’s daughter.
CHORUS.—Doodle dee,
Doodle dum,
Di dum doodle da.
Now, rich and poor, both far and near, in matrimony sought her:
But at friends and foes turn’d up her nose, did the putty little Rat-catcher’s daughter.
For there was a man, sold lily vite sand, in Cupid’s net had caught her,
And right over head and ears in love vent the putty little Rat-catcher’s daughter.