As Tom Was A-Walking |
Ancient Cornish Ballad
As Tom was a-walking one fine summer's morn, When the dazies and goldcups the fields did adorn; He met Cozen Mal, with a tub on her head, Says Tom, Cozen Mal, you might speak if you we'd.
2. But Mal stamped along, and appeared to be shy, | 3. Tom Treloar, cried out Mal, I'll nothing do wi' 'ee, Go to Fanny Trembaa, she do knaw how I'm shy; Tom, this here t'other daa, down the hill thee didst stap, And dab'd a great doat fig in Fan Trembaa's lap.
4. As for Fanny Trembaa, I ne'er taalked wi' her twice, |
5. Says Mal, Tom Treloar, ef that be the caase, May the Lord bless for ever that sweet pretty faace; Ef thee'st give me thy doat figs thee'st boft in the fear, I'll swear to thee now, thee shu'st marry me here. |