The Road to Tumble-Downs

As I was walking homewards in the merry month of May,
I came upon a comely maid who asked me for the way,
To Tumble-Downs and Turn-Me-Round and Do-It-In-The-Ditch,
The Preacher chanted out, Beware, the hussy is a witch!

But I took her round the briar patch and round the thicket bush,
And lost her dress upon the way and so was forced to push,
Her basket overflowed with juice, two melons ripe as cherries,
And soon the maid was gobbling up my banana and two berries.

Oh sir, oh sir, she screaméd out, this is a merry way,
To Tumble-Downs and Stroke-My-Thatch, but now I say good day,
And off she bounced along the lane, her bum so snowy white,
And bobbed along until she dropped into the pool of night.

And gone and gone, my country lass, alas she was no more,
Until in nine-months’ time she came and pounded on my door,
Oh sir, oh sir, I have for you a bundle swaddling white,
And she thrust a babe into my arms and vanished in the night.