Half sheet.
There's a girl sits at Billingsgate I'll not mention her
name<.>
She's tall, and she<'>s sprightly, and she's fitting
for the game,
And she waits for her jolly waterman to row her back
again.
My husband's a quiet man, and a quiet man is he,
All for to wear the horns, my boys contented he must
be,
I can find him at my leisure do the very best he can,
While I go and take my pleasure with my jolly waterman<.>
A waterman's trade, a trade that seldom fail<s>,
Let it hail, rain, or sunshine, our boats are in full
sail,
Here's to your love and my love, and all true hearted
souls,
Likewise to my jolly waterman with a full flowing bowl.
Michael Hancher
Department of English, University of Minnesota
URL: <http://mh.cla.umn.edu/barrow.html>
Comments to: mh@umn.edu
Created 29 June 1997